Alright fans, it is time for the next chapter! The adventure is really starting to pick up and major events are going to happen. Thank you for following it this far. There are some great tickling and storyline moments coming up and I am really excited to present them to you. I also still humbly thank you for considering me for the Golden Feather: Pioneer award. Writing this saga is a labor of love, and to be recognized would be such a great honor. When the time comes, please vote for me! Now, time for the next chapter. Our favorite thief has been captured. What happens next? Let's find out! As always, your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.
PART 13
Darby walked out of the house, and she felt proud. They had caught the infamous thief and that could lead to solving a lot of things. Now it was time to interrogate Ingrid and get more valuable information. She held onto Ingrid and slowly walked her down the walkway. The legs were tied, so she couldn’t make full strides. She looked around and just realized the Sheriff’s station was very far away. It would take a while to get Ingrid into a cell. “Darn it, we got a long way to go to the station. Maybe we can use a carriage or wagon.” she said to her group.
“It is already evening. We probably won’t find one so easily. I guess we can carry her. She looks as light as a feather. Hehe” Becky joked. She knew the station was quite some distance and with Ingrid tied up, it would take a while to get her there.
“I hate you. Oh, speaking of feathers, remember when I tormented you? Perhaps I should do it again. You were begging me for mercy!” Ingrid growled towards Becky. She still wanted to remain defiant and show these women that she was not going easy. If they were going to take her to jail, they would have to work for it. She tried to plant her feet on the ground and just wanted to struggle.
“I have a better idea. How about we take her to your house? That way we are not walking forever, and it is a perfect place to torture, I mean, ask some great questions for her to answer. Hehehe” Kylie suggested. She wanted to find out more if this thief knew anything about what happened to Phoebe. She figured that if they tortured her outside of the station, it would be beneficial. She did not want Darby or Becky to get into trouble, but if they played with her inside a home, no one would know the better.
“Take her to muh house? Hmmmm….” Darby mused when she heard the suggestion. Her home was two houses away, so they wouldn’t have to take Ingrid far. It would also be a good set up place to interrogate Ingrid without showing other deputies a torture method that she knew was embarrassing. It would be a little unorthodox, but it would be effective as well. She figured time was of the essence and right now Ingrid was most vulnerable. “Ok, let’s do it.” she told the group.
Rosa smiled and then reached down and grabbed Ingrid’s ankles, and when Darby held the upperbody, she yanked the ankles from the ground and held them. They were going to carry this woman to Darby’s house and begin their interrogation. “Ok, let’s go!” she said with some excitement in her voice.
“What the hell? What are you doing to me? Where are you taking me? You evil bit---” Ingrid tried to yell when suddenly she felt a hand clamped over her mouth. She looked over and saw that it was Becky! She was stunned that this was happening, and she felt herself being carried away. She relied on the deputies being noble and wouldn’t harm her, but they seemed to be throwing that out the window and planning to do things to her. She started to struggle and knew she had to find a way to escape.
Becky felt the warm breath blowing into her hand as Ingrid continued to scream into it. She was surprised they were taking her to Darby’s house, but after everything that had happened to so many women, and especially to her, she knew they had to resort to methods to get results. She knew she had to keep Ingrid quiet, or the entire neighborhood would see what was happening. She watched as they made it to Darby’s house. She then took over and held Ingrid’s body, and Kylie placed her hand over the mouth while Darby got her door opened. Once it was opened, they all carried the small woman inside. She looked around the home and Darby turned on her lanterns and the room was illuminated. Finally, they were inside, and it was time to make Ingrid talk. “Ok, we are here. Now, we can finally make her talk!” she smiled.
Ingrid looked around her surroundings and knew she was in trouble. These women took her to a home instead of jail. That meant they planned to do things to her the Sheriff probably wouldn’t like. She felt nervous and she was still cuffed, and her ankles were tied. She found herself seated in a chair and more rope was being wrapped around her midsection. They were tying her on the chair! “Why did you bring me here? What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
Darby felt a little guilty that they brought Ingrid here, but she knew it was their best chance to get her to talk. She wanted to know where those jewels were hidden and would also ask her about what the burlesque show knew about everything. She still had questions about missing people, La Diabla, and of course the jewels. It also appeared that she might know something about Phoebe. She had a feeling that Ingrid knew a lot and they had to find out more information. She knew what method they were going to use and how effective it was. She looked at the thief in her home and smiled. “Well, I hope you are comfortable.” she smiled.
Ingrid felt really nervous, and she looked at the faces of the four women. Darby was smiling at her, as well as Rosa. She saw Kylie looking at her with a determined look and when she saw Becky, she saw someone that appeared to be relieved. She then looked at the floor and hoped they didn’t do her any harm. “I can’t believe you brought me here. Look, let me go and I will leave town. You win, ok? I won’t break into any more homes and you will never see me again.” she offered.
“Are you kidding me? There is no way I am letting you go. You TERRORIZED the women of this town. All the women were scared because of you. You broke into their homes, just like tonight, tied them up and tickled them until they gave you, their jewelry. I know you attack muh apprentice. Muh other friend was attacked, and you caused so much trouble. Now, I have you. I want to send you to jail, and you will be going. However, I need to know where the jewelry is. If you tell me where it is, perhaps we can get you a lighter sentence.” Darby told her. She thought about all the women that suffered under this woman. She thought about her friend Mia who was attacked. She thought about poor Millie, the schoolteacher, who was traumatized. She especially thought about Becky and the nightmare she put her through. She even thought about Donna Prescott, who was still a victim to this woman. That made her resolve grow and she was determined to fix everything this woman took away.
“I ain’t got no jewels! You are wasting your time! Plus, I didn’t do anything wrong. I just had a little fun with the women in town. They are all so miserable and I cheered them up!” Ingrid smiled sarcastically. She still had a feeling that these women were simply threatening her and would not actually do something to her. They were not like her, or even the assassin, Sylvia. She figured they would threaten her and when it didn’t work, simply send her to jail. She knew she could not implicate her fellow dancers and especially could not reveal the sex trafficking ring.
“What? Ya didn’t do anything wrong? Ya did a lot wrong! Ya made so many women miserable and ashamed! Ya made me ashamed because I failed in muh duties to protect Donna Prescott! Ya humiliated me in front of her and stole the diamond. Ya deserve whatever is coming to ya!” Becky yelled. She felt her own emotion growing thinking about what this tiny dancer did to her life. It was that failure that made her sad and doubted her abilities. She shook her head and tried to prevent all of her emotions from coming out. Capturing Ingrid was a big deal for her, and she wanted her misery to end.
“Hehehe it was fun tormenting you. You are so sensitive, Becky Lockhart! Hehehe I found some really good spots on you and loved that squealing laughter of yours. Say, why don’t you take off your boots and your clothes and let me finish the job?” Ingrid said with a sneer. She wanted to intimidate Becky again and make her sad. She still felt defiant, and she looked around the room. She wanted to put on a brave front and show she was not afraid, although she definitely was. “In fact, how about I attack each of you and show you what I did to Becky.” she yelled.
Darby heard that threat and she balled her fists. She didn’t like the fact that Ingrid was so defiant. She started to feel that surge of adrenaline in her body and now she could inflict the same torture that this same woman inflicted on so many others. It would also work effectively and leave no marks. She knew Ingrid would not tell anyone else she was tickled. She took a deep breath and knew she had to get the information she wanted. “Ok, Ingrid. It is time you started talking. You will tell me where those jewels are.” she demanded.
“Hahaha don’t make me laugh! You are not going to do anything; I already told you that I don’t know where they are. Besides, how do you know I actually stolen any jewelry? In fact, I don’t know anything. I am a copycat burglar. That’s it. Hahahaha I was just playing with that woman tonight. I saw her feet earlier and wanted to tickle them.” Ingrid said. She knew no one would believe her, but if she went in front of a judge, she could simply tell them she was not the real thief, but someone that copycatted them. She started to feel smug. Plus, she knew that since she was in Darby’s home and not in jail, she could simply deny everything, and Darby probably wouldn’t tell a judge that she tortured her inside her own house.
Kylie heard the entire conversation, and she was getting frustrated. She could hear that mocking tone from Ingrid and had a feeling she would continue to bait them into doing something. She started to have that suspicion that Ingrid knew something about Phoebe and had to get some information from her. She then walked up to Ingrid and started to press her fingertips into the helpless ribs. The arms were still cuffed behind the back and the rope around the midsection held her in place. She was completely vulnerable, and she wanted to take advantage. She was also a civilian, so she figured she could torture Ingrid without any trouble. “Start talking, you bitch!” she yelled, then started to press and rub her fingers into the ribs.
“WHAT THE? HEY!!!! HAHAHAHAHA WHAT DO YOU HAHAHAH THINK YOU’RE DOING?!!” Ingrid yelled as she felt the fingers pressing into her ribs. She did not expect that at all and now she was laughing uncontrollably as the ticklish sensations ripped through her body.
Darby was stunned as she saw Kylie tickling Ingrid’s ribs. That came out of nowhere and she was amused. She was about to tickle Ingrid, but with Kylie attacking her, she wanted to see what happened before she intervened. “Kylie? You want to tickle her?” she asked.
“Yes! This tiny bitch is bothering me, and we don’t have time to waste! Now, Ingrid, you will suffer! Tell me! Tell me!!” Kylie yelled as her fingers continued to press into the ribs. She started to think about Phoebe and wondered if this woman knew anything about the attack. She had to find out. Phoebe was utterly humiliated and had no memory of her attack. She wanted someone to pay, and this woman could be the one. “What did you do to Phoebe?! Huh? Why did you attack her?!” she screamed.
Darby was shocked when she heard Kylie’s questions to Ingrid. It appeared that Kylie must have thought Phoebe was attacked by Ingrid. It was plausible since Ingrid attacked women, but that was far away from town and this thief attacked women of Plotsville. She understood why Kylie wanted to find out what happened to Phoebe, and so did she. She just didn’t think Ingrid had anything to do with it.
“WHAT? HAHAHAHAHAHA I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt those fingers on her ribs. The way Kylie was tickling her, she knew she was dealing with someone that knew how to tickle. She heard the question, and her own mind remembered what happened to Phoebe. She and Sylvia really wore her out and tickle destroyed her. She didn’t want to admit that because it would only add to her crimes. She looked over at Darby and prayed she would stop this tickling attack. “HAHAHAHA WHY ARE YOU ALLOWING THIS? HAHAHAHA GET HER OFF OF ME!” she demanded.
Darby listened to the screaming laughter, and she wanted to laugh. It was ironic that that “Tickling Thief” was ticklish herself. Now that she knew she was ticklish, she could use it to her advantage. She remembered Kylie talking about the way she tickled the Greek woman, Peta, and now she could see for herself. She winked at Ingrid and smiled. “I will stop her. After you tell me where the jewels are…..” she smiled.
Ingrid looked at Darby incredulously after hearing what she said. She was stunned that the deputy was going to allow someone to torture her. She felt those fingers in her ribs, and she couldn’t believe she was being tickled for information. She looked at Kylie and saw that grin on her face. She looked back at Darby and saw her smiling. That got her in disbelief, and she knew she had to do something. “HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU CAN’T DO THIS HAHAHAHAH TO MEEEEEEEE!!! GO AWAY!!! HAHAHAHAHA LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” she squealed.
“What’s the matter Ingrid? Can’t take your own medicine? I want you to think about what you did to all those women you attacked. You tied them up and what did you do? That’s right, you tickled them. You tortured them. They were begging you for mercy and did you give any?” Darby taunted. She was starting to feel excited watching Ingrid get tickled. She knew how effective a method this was and was going to push it as far as she could. After being tickle tortured so many times in her own life, it was time someone else suffered a bit. She knew she wouldn’t go as far as they did to their bodies like hers was subjected to, but she wanted to make sure Ingrid started to talk.
Rosa watched Kylie tickling Ingrid and she chuckled to herself. It was very amusing to see this thief go crazy from being tickled. It also reminded her of her own torture at the hands of La Diabla. She knew how torturous this could be and guessed it wouldn’t take long for Ingrid to start talking. She liked how Kylie was asking questions about Phoebe, and she started to think that she could take a turn and perhaps ask about La Diabla. The thief seemed to indicate she might know some women from Mexico, so she had to explore that line of thought. “Hehehe for someone that tiny, she sure is ticklish.” she giggled.
“I know! Well, I will let Kylie have some fun. Ingrid, if you want her to stop, then I suggest you start answering some questions. If you don’t, well……I guess you will be laughing for a while.” Darby grinned. She then stood away from Ingrid and right next to Rosa and Becky. She wanted to observe the tickling and make Ingrid desperate. It was still strange that she had a prisoner in her own home and a tickling interrogation was happening.
Kylie heard what Darby said, and she smiled. She had a license to torture Ingrid, and she planned to do so. It would give her a chance to show off her tickling skills in front of everyone. Ingrid was a small woman and very skinny, so her fingers easily pressed into the ribcage She didn’t press too hard because she didn’t want to cause pain, but enough to make this thief laugh uncontrollably. She could feel the body squirming and she loved that look of ticklish agony etched on her face. She also wanted to get it out of Ingrid that she did attack Phoebe, and she was going to pay. “So ticklish here. Hmmmm….I bet you want me to stop, but I won’t. You deserve to suffer. Especially after what you did to Phoebe.” she told her in a cold voice.
Ingrid continued to laugh and squirm as her ribs were tickled. She really felt terrible that she was caught and now these vengeful women wanted to tickle her. She tried to kick her legs, but the ankles were bound, and it made it more difficult. She closed her eyes for a moment and laughed hard when the lower part of her ribs was probed, which was a very sensitive spot. She started to have flashbacks when Sylvia caught her and tormented her. That woman was ruthless, and she was broken that day. It was still hard to believe she was caught again, and they were tickling her. She heard Kylie talking about Phoebe again and in her mind, she thought about her role in that attack. How she went after those tender feet. How she really enjoyed watching the pussy hairs get shaved. She looked over at Becky and saw her smiling at her. That really angered her because she was enjoying her suffering. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T JUST STAND THERE YOU MORON!!! HAHAHAHAHA MAKE THEM STOP!!” she yelled.
Becky gasped as she saw Ingrid looking right at her and insulting her. She started to feel a bit angry because this tiny woman did expose her body and humiliated her in front of Donna. She looked at Darby and then back at Ingrid. “Ya don’t have to call me a moron. That was very mean. I hope she keeps ticklin’ ya!” she told her and smiled.
“Did you call my friend a moron? Oh, you are REALLY going to get it now!” Kylie threatened as she moved her fingers up and down the ribs. She loved how exposed they were, and she could attack them. She loved the responses she was getting and wanted to keep pushing her into tickle hell. She then paused her tickling for a moment. She wanted to get through these loose clothes and started touching some skin. She saw that the shirt buttoned up and it was time to start exposing her. “Oh yeah, I am really going to make you suffer.” she told her.
Ingrid took deep breaths as the tickling finally stopped. Even though she was trying to be defiant, she felt ashamed. These women planned on torturing her and she couldn’t stop them. They had those smirks on their faces, and it truly bothered her that they enjoyed her suffering. She looked at Darby’s face. It had such a large smile on it. She looked over at Rosa and saw that smirk. She looked over at Becky who had a determined look on her face. Her eyes then locked onto Kylie’s face, and she saw vengeance. Then she felt her shirt starting to come unbuttoned and she grew extremely worried. “Hey!! What do you think you’re doing?” she asked with some panic in her voice.
“What do you think I am doing? I want to touch your skin. I got a feeling you have very sensitive skin.” Kylie teased. She kept unbuttoning the shirt and soon, the undershirt was exposed. There were layers to the thief, and she wanted to get under them and torment the skin. She even thought about stripping her naked and playing with her. She loved tickling a woman’s naked body, and she truly wanted to dominate this woman.
“Hey!!! Darby!!! You can’t have her treat a prisoner like this! She is trying to take off my clothes!” Ingrid yelled as she felt her shirt unbuttoned and now her body was becoming more vulnerable.
“Well, since she is not exactly part of law enforcement, she is technically not torturing a prisoner. She is tormenting someone who broke into another woman’s home and attacked her. She is simply defending a neighbor….hehehe” Darby grinned. She was enjoying Kylie having some fun, even though she wanted to get a little revenge as well. They still had to get the jewelry information out of her, and she wanted to punish her a little.
“Are you crazy??? I thought you were noble! Turns out, you are just as evil as everyone else. I wish I broke into this house! I wish I tied YOU up and took off those boots. I can see you have very large feet and from what I hear, they are very, very tender and quite….ticklish.” Ingrid said, then had a sinister smile on her face. She remembered when Marge and the other dancers told her how they drugged Darby and tickled her all over. They all described Darby’s feet as perfect. They went on and on about how pink the skin was and how soft the feet were. They had never felt anything like it before. They talked about how ticklish she was and how she was howling uncontrollably at the lightest touch. She wished she was there to witness it all. She loved hearing about tender feet. The fact that Plotsville’s greatest deputy had tender, ticklish feet was exciting. She wanted to unnerve Darby at the moment and maintain her defiance. She had tickled Becky’s tender feet, and she wished she could get her hands on Darby’s.
Darby was stunned when she heard what Ingrid said about her feet. She felt her feet tingle a little from the ticklish threat. She knew how ticklish her feet were and how so many criminals, and friends, exploited that weakness. She was a little confused, however. She had no idea how Ingrid could have possibly known her feet were a weakness. In order to know that she either had to hear it from someone that she dealt with before, such as Thalia or Priscilla, or from her friends in town. She felt a little nervous that if criminals out there already knew her weakness, they would surely use it against her. “Wait, how did you know about muh feet? I am not admitting anything, but what did you hear about them?” she asked.
“Yeah, I can hear that fear in your voice. I heard they were so soft! Softer than a newborn baby’s behind! Hehehe I heard they are a beautiful pink color and are VERY sensitive. How about you take your boots off now and prove me wrong….” Ingrid said. She wanted to make Darby squirm a little and threatened her feet. She imagined what it would be like to see the bottoms of those feet and how she would tickle them all night long just to have fun.
Darby got closer to Ingrid and put her face into hers. “Who told you what muh feet looked like? I don’t ever remember showing them to anyone you know. So, how did you know?” she asked.
“A little birdie told me. hehehehe Now, let’s see them!” Ingrid requested. She wanted to see for herself the same feet that her fellow dancers saw. Her eyes then popped open as she realized that she opened up the possibility of exposing the normal crimes Marge and the others committed. There was a reason they wanted their victims to have brain fog. It was to prevent them from realizing they were tortured by them. Now, she really felt nervous that she inadvertently gave information that should not have been given.
“Hmmm….a little birdie huh? Well, you are not going to see muh feet. Who told you? Who is this little birdie? You sure seem to know a lot of things.” Darby asked. Now she really wanted to get Ingrid talking. This thief seemed to know a lot of information and she was determined to find out.
Ingrid looked around and everyone was staring at her. She felt her body temperature rising as she kept giving away hints of other crimes. She then closed her lips tight and stared at the ceiling in defiance. “No one. I made it up.” she lied.
“Oh Ingrid, I guess we just have to get you talking. You know, confession is good for the soul…” Darby said, then looked at Kylie. She nodded her head so she could start tickling her.
“Start talking bitch!” Kylie yelled, then plunged her hands towards the exposed ribs. She was tickling through the undershirt and immediately felt Ingrid’s body tensing up. She really loved that reaction and although the thief was trying to be defiant, it didn’t take long at all her for her face to be etched with ticklish agony. She continued to massage her fingers into the ribs and hoped she could get to the skin. The way the arms were cuffed, she wouldn’t be able to take off the shirt completely. She felt the body jerking around and she had to start applying more pressure. It was time to start making this woman confess some things. They had to take every advantage of this opportunity to finally get some answers. It appeared that Ingrid was the key to solving all of the cases Darby had to handle, including finding Phoebe’s attacker.
Ingrid felt how aggressive Kylie was getting with her tickling and she couldn’t help but squirm around. She also realized that Darby was going to allow this to happen and that frightened her a little. She still wanted to be defiant, but the more she was tickled, the weaker she would get. She looked at the smiles on all of their faces and hated that they were going to enjoy tickling her. She shut her eyes for a moment as the fingers probed her ribs and did her best not to scream. However, Kylie found a very ticklish spot between her ribs, and it sent a powerful shockwave of a ticklish sensation throughout her little body. “HAHAHHAAHHAHA HEY!!!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!” she screamed.
Rosa was really amused watching Ingrid squirming around and knew it was just a matter of time before the tiny woman would start talking. She knew how it felt to be tortured like that and no matter how defiant someone could be, if they were really ticklish, eventually they would break. When it happened to her, she felt shameful for quite some time. She always wanted to be strong, but when La Diabla tickled her, she eventually submitted. Just like she did when she was a victim when El Guapo’s gang raided her town and her father was killed. Now, she hoped to use the same method on the notorious outlaw. Seeing Ingrid tied to the chair and laughing her head off made her get some ideas. She thought it would be amazing if she could capture La Diabla, tie her down and then tickle her. To have her screaming in laughter as her fingers probed her body. Rosa wondered where the outlaw was ticklish. She wondered if she would be ticklish in her armpits, or her stomach. She wondered if her ribs and sides would be receptive to her tickling touch. She felt a tingle between her legs as she imagined tickling the bottoms of La Diabla’s feet. Her desire to humiliate her increased and it would be a fitting revenge. She didn’t know if she would tickle her sexually, but it would be a great moment to just tickle her silly and into total submission. She chuckled a little as she heard Ingrid’s increasing laughter. “Awwww…..looks like the Tickling Thief is ticklish herself. How do you like it now?” she taunted.
Ingrid continued to shriek in laughter as she felt her ribs continuing to be tickled. She looked over at Rosa and heard her taunts. That was making her angry because these women were doing to her what she did to her victims. Humiliate them. She wanted to break free of her cuffs, somehow subdue all of them and tie them together. Then she could tickle all of them at the same time. She would tie all their ankles together and look at four pairs of feet for her to play with. She knew what Becky’s feet looked like and she heard about Darby’s big, pink feet, and now she wanted to torment this young blond woman attacking her ribs and that arrogant Mexican Rurale. Then she shrieked a high-pitched squeal when she felt the lower part of her ribs being squeezed again. “EEEEEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA STOP THAT!!! I HATE YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOPPP!!!” she screamed.
Darby giggled when she heard the high-pitched squeal coming from Ingrid. She couldn’t help but enjoy the moment. It was still crazy that after all this time, they finally caught the thief. They had no real solid clues, just that description. She thought about all the victims that suffered under this woman, including her apprentice. To see her finally captured and also realizing the burlesque show was behind it all made her feel good inside. She thought about how they were going to handle the burlesque show business and how shutting it down was going to be a big deal. She still had questions to answer though. She still needed to find the jewels. She wondered if there were more crimes that group of dancers committed. She figured it was time to start asking more questions because she did want to find those jewels. Ingrid was in a very compromising position, and it was time to take advantage of it. She stepped behind Ingrid and could see her desperately trying to get her wrists freed from the cuffs. She lowered herself so that her head was close to Ingrid’s. Not too close because she didn’t want to get head butted, but close enough so she could whisper to her and play with her mind. After the adventures she had the past few years, she really started to learn how to use tickling to her advantage, rather than always being the victim. “Ingrid….Oh Ingrid…” she whispered in a singing type of voice.
Ingrid continued to shriek as her ribs were constantly being probed. The feeling was increasing, and it made her more frustrated. They were not stopping, and she knew by her own tickling style, she would eventually break. That hurt her ego, and she kept thinking about one day getting revenge on all these women. Then she heard Darby’s mocking voice behind her, and she got angry. “HAHAHAHA LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I HATE YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME!!!” she yelled.
“Hehehe you are so cute when you’re mad. Kylie, can you stop for a moment?” Darby asked. She wanted Ingrid to breathe a little so she could interrogate her. She thought about her lover La Diabla and wanted to try and use the tickling psychology to get some answers from this small woman. That was what also amazed her. How someone this small could cause so much terror. Ingrid was a cute woman, but also very devious and dangerous. Now it was time to start making her pay for what she did to so many others. “Now, I am going to ask you some questions Ingrid. I hope you answer them truthfully. Otherwise, you will be laughing again. I mean it. We are not in the station, so I plan to torture you. Just like you tortured your victims. There is no escape. You will be laughing and suffering and we won’t stop until you start talking. I really want to torture you.” she said, thinking she could be just like the outlaw.
Ingrid felt some relief once the rib tickling stopped. It was such an intense feeling, and she tried to get some air in her lungs. She felt her body getting hot and she heard those words from Darby. She just heard that they planned to torture her, which surprised her. Law enforcement was not supposed to torture anyone. She looked at Becky, Rosa and Kylie and they all had these smiles on her faces. She couldn’t see Darby’s face, but knew she probably had a smile on her face too. She had a feeling they were going to keep torturing her and she had to figure out a way to get free. “You miserable bitches! You will NEVER get me to talk! I don’t know anything anyway! I was just pretending to be the thief. The real one is out there somewhere, and I hope she captures you and tickles your naked bodies!” she yelled.
“Hehehe we all know you are the thief. I bet you feel pride in the fact that you terrorized so many others. I bet when you tickled muh apprentice, you were very honored. I don’t like the fact you tormented her. I don’t like the fact that you caused so much grief. Well, if I were you, I would try to make things right. Tell me where the jewels you stole are, and perhaps I will be lenient on ya.” Darby threatened. She wanted to get Ingrid talking. She felt excited knowing that the entire threat of the Tickling Thief was almost over. She then stood up and placed her fingers in the armpit area. The way the arms were cuffed behind Ingrid’s back, there were pockets where she could put her hands and tickle the armpits. Ingrid would not be able to close her arms, so she would be able to get a good tickling in there. It wasn’t going to be the skin, but it would still be effective.
“Hey!!! Get your dirty, grubby paws out of there! This…..This is not……..f-funny…” Ingrid said when she felt those slight ticklish tremors starting to flow through her body. Her armpits were always very sensitive and knowing that she was trapped petrified her. It made her remember when Sylvia tickled her and how she eventually broke. She still did not believe these women would be as ruthless as the assassin, but it would still be a horrible torture anyway.
“Ya sound a little nervous. Something wrong?” Darby teased. She looked at her friends’ faces and winked. It was time to make Ingrid suffer some more. She pressed her fingertips into the pits lightly and felt Ingrid’s body already squirming. “Ooooh!!! Looks like someone is a bit ticklish under her arms. So, want to tell me where those jewels are or do I have to……tickle….it out of you?” she teased.
Ingrid felt those ticklish tremors increasing and she gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tight. She heard Darby teasing her and her emotions were mixed. She had anger, fear and humiliation at the same time and she really wanted revenge on this same woman. “You……bitch…….I swear. Hehehehehee I am going to hehehehe get revenge! I am going to heheheheh tickles!!!! Capture you……hehehehehe tie you up…..and…..and….hehehehe…..take off your boots! Hehehehe then…..heheheheehe stop that!!!! I am going to heehehehehehe tickle those big hehehehe pink feet of yours until you die!!!” she said as she desperately tried to prevent from exploding in laughter.
“Threatening me, huh? Well, I guess I just have to do…….THIS!!!!” Darby shouted then plunged her fingers deep into the armpits. She immediately felt the tiny body tense up and that high pitched squealing laughter returned. She felt a surge of joy through her body as she was tickling this woman. It was an amazing feeling and could feel the power of what she was doing. She wanted to send a very strong message to Ingrid that she was truly going to suffer unless she started to talk. She looked over at Becky and winked.
Becky was still in awe watching how Kylie tickled Ingrid, and now Darby was. She heard that laughter coming from her, and it started to feel nice. It was still strange having to torture someone with tickling, but she understood it. She was the recipient of several tortures and knew just how debilitating it could be. Right now, it was about finding those jewels and returning them to their rightful owner. She thought about her friends in town who were victim to this woman, and they would love to see their valuables returned, as well as watching the woman who tormented them sent to jail. She listened to that laughter, and it felt good inside. She wondered if she could be an effective tickler like Darby was. She watched how she was tickling the armpits and hoped that the thief would start talking. It weas almost therapeutic for her to witness this entire event. To know that her nightmare was almost over felt so good inside. “Hehehe better tell us where those jewels are.” she joked.
Rosa loved what she was seeing. Watching Ingrid twist in turn in her bonds was a lot of fun. She loved the way she was laughing and even though this woman tormented so many others, she loved the look on her cute face. She could only imagine the terror she must have brought to many women in this town. She wasn’t against torture herself as she saw her fellow Rurales use it to interrogate very dangerous men. They didn’t tickle them; they were far more brutal. But tickling Ingrid was a fun way to make her pay for her crimes and to start talking. She did wonder why the tiny thief kept referencing Darby’s feet. It seemed as though she knew the weakness of the famed deputy and that stunned her. It seemed odd that someone of Darby’s stature would have a weakness like that, but it also made sense. She was human and many people had ticklish feet. She heard the description and wondered if that thief ever saw Darby’s barefeet. She was curious as to how pink they were because Ingrid made it a point to describe the color. She heard it a few times already and wondered what they looked like. She laughed to herself as she wondered if she could see them for herself. Her eyes then looked down at Ingrid’s tiny shoes and smiled. “Hehehe is she threatening your feet? Hmmm…makes me wonder what her feet look like.” she said, hoping to unnerve Ingrid.
Ingrid heard the reference to her feet, and she prayed they wouldn’t dare go near them. The armpit tickling was already driving her crazy and she tried her best to fight the feelings. However, the tickling was getting stronger, and it truly surprised her that Darby knew how to tickle someone. She noticed that the way she tickled was that of someone who had some skill. She wondered if somehow this deputy knew how to tickle torture someone. She looked over at Rosa who had a huge smile on her face and was upset that her feet were mentioned. She wanted to remember her face so that if she ever got out of this situation, she would try to hunt her down and tickle her feet without any mercy at all. Then she felt the fingers pressing into her pit and it sent a huge jolt of ticklish energy throughout her body. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! STOP TICKLING ME!!! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!!!” she screamed.
“I think it is. hehehee Poor Ingrid, getting what she deserves.” Darby taunted as she pushed her fingers deeper into the pits. She could feel the arms trying to close, but the way they were cuffed, it allowed her to maintain access to that very sensitive area. She wanted to keep pushing her because she really wanted her to reveal the jewels. Once she did, then she could ask other questions to possibly solve other cases she had. She then decided to press deeper and try to force this woman to submit. “Where are the jewels? I won’t stop until you tell me…..” she taunted.
Ingrid felt the deeper push into her pits, and she lost it. The tickling was very intense, and she was in trouble. She wanted to remain defiant. She wanted to show these women that they could not break her, but down deep she knew the tickling was going to wear her down and she would be desperate. She did this to her victims. Keep tickling them until they are worn out and then take full advantage. She closed her eyes for a moment and just let out laughter. She could hear it echoing off the walls and she felt embarrassed. She heard that question and knew eventually she might have to reveal the location. She hated that feeling. She hated knowing that they were using her greatest weapon against herself. She looked up at the ceiling and gritted her teeth. Then she exploded in laughter as those fingers did not stop tickling.
“Come on, Ingrid. Just tell me. I know this must be pure torture for you. I feel bad for you. Just being tickled with no end in sight. Just tell me….” Darby teased. Her confidence in tickling increased as she started to channel the mind of her lover. La Diabla was very good at tickle interrogation, and she wanted to increase her own skill. She knew the key to breaking a victim was to mess with their mind. It was always done to her whenever she was tortured and now, she had the chance to use that to do good for the people of Plotsville. She wondered if they should take off Ingrid’s clothes. She knew from experience that when clothes are removed, the victim becomes more susceptible to giving up. She would keep that in the back of her mind and considered using it later if Ingrid refused to give up.
“AHAHAHAHAHA GO TO HELL!!!! I HATE YOU!!!! STOP TICKLING MEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Ingrid screamed as the fingers continued to tickle her. She tried to squirm around, but she was trapped, and Darby’s strong fingers were doing a lot of tickle damage to her pits. She then looked up and saw Kylie moving towards her. She wondered what she was up to because she had a sneaky smile on her face. The young woman already tickle tortured her ribs and now she looked like she was going to do something to her. “HAHAHAHAH GO AWAY!!!” she screamed.
Kylie was on her knees and now close to Ingrid’s trapped body. She loved the way Darby was tickling the pits and now she wanted to mess with Ingrid’s mind. She wanted her to truly suffer. She wanted to break her because the more she thought about it, the more likely this thief had something to with Pheobe’s attack. She also remembered how this same thief did something to Becky. She adored the young apprentice, and an idea came to her mind. She knew if this thief tortured Becky, then her idea would devastate Ingrid mentally. She got close and smiled at that laughing face. “Come on, Ingrid. Just talk. Don’t make me do something to you. Darby is going to tickle you all night long if she has to. But I got plans for you too…..” she teased.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BITCH!!! HAHAHAHAHA” Ingrid screamed. She started to hate the fact that Kylie was messing with her. She didn’t even respect her and now she was taunting her. She knew that she worked for Phoebe Wellington, and if she continued to mess with her, she was also going to put her on her hit list should she escape from this predicament.
“Such hatred….well, since you are not talking about where the jewels are, I figured I would encourage you. You see, you have done terrible things. Oh, cute laughter by the way. I digress….” Kylie said with a knowing smirk. She was having fun and torturing Ingrid was definitely a great thing. It has been a while since she actually tortured someone. The last time she truly tortured someone were the Greek soldiers of Thalia’s army. The tickling of Vera and even Becky was playful. With Ingrid, she truly wanted her to suffer. “…I wonder if your knees can tell us anything.” she said, then placed her hands on the bent knees.
“HHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF MY KNEES!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she continued to feel the tickling in her armpits, but now her knees were a target. That made her nervous because she knew how ticklish she was there.
“Uh oh!!! Looks like someone is going to have her knees tickled. If I were you, I would start talking.” Darby teased as her own fingers continued to tickle the armpits. She liked how Kylie was getting involved. Even though she was a civilian, after her actions in Ciudad del Reina, she was happy she was helping her once again.
“Hehehe don’t worry Ingrid, I am not going to tickle these cute knees……” Kylie said with a smile. She then gave them a quick squeeze and noticed the legs started to vibrate. She liked that because it meant these were very ticklish knees. “…..Becky will.” she finished, then looked over at Becky.
Becky was stunned when she heard Kylie’s words. She was enjoying Ingrid laughing with Darby tickling her armpits. It felt great to see her suffering like how she made her suffer. She really wanted Ingrid to pay for everything she had done in Plotsville and listening to her laugh was very good for her. Then she saw Kylie going back to Ingrid and looked forward to watching her tickle the thief. She thought about how Kylie tickled her back at the Wellington mansion and knew how talented she was. She watched her tickle torture the large Greek woman, Peta, and knew that Kylie was very good at tickling. She heard that she would tickle Ingrid, and she was in shock. “Me? Ya want me to tickle her?” she asked in a stunned voice.
“Yes, YOU will tickle her knees. I mean, you do want to make her pay for everything, right? Well, here is your chance. Tickle her. Make her scream.” Kylie said, then stood up. She walked towards Becky and hugged her. She knew Becky deserved a moment and she wanted to give it to her. “Get her good. This is your chance to help make a criminal reveal her secrets. Tickle her good. Or I will tickle YOU myself. You know I want to tickle you again….hehehe” she whispered in her ear.
Becky’s eyes went wide with surprise when she heard Kylie’s words. She thought about tickling Ingrid and at first, she wondered if she should torture someone. Then she thought about who the victim was. Much like Babs McKenzie, Ingrid was someone who absolutely humiliated her. They both tickled her relentlessly and even tickled her sexually. Both times caused such emotional trauma to her, and it made her doubt herself. She tickled Babs to get some revenge, but she didn’t think she truly tortured her. Ingrid was different. Ingrid made her suffer in front of Donna, but that also led to her nearly getting fired from her job. It was because of this thief that she endured so much emotional hardship lately. She could hear her laughing right now and it felt good. This was her chance to get some revenge, but like how Kylie described it, it was also a chance to do something good and get the stolen jewelry back to the rightful owner, including Donna’s family. She saw Darby looking at her with pride and that made her feel good. Becky then started to walk over to Ingrid and knelt down. She did like seeing her face in ticklish agony and knew she deserved it. If her hero could do this to someone, then she could too. Darby was the most noble human being she ever knew, even more than Sheriff Dickerson himself. She looked at the vulnerable knees and placed her hands on them. She felt a surge of adrenaline in her body, and she smiled. It was as though she had gained some kind of magical power and had a chance to use it.
“LET GO OF MY KNEES YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IDIOT!!! DON’T YOU TOUCH ME!!! HAHAHAHAHA YOU TICKLE ME AND I SWEAR!! I WILL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE YOU SUFFER!!! I WILL MAKE YOU CUM!!!!” Ingrid yelled. She wanted to send Becky a strong warning even though Darby kept tickling her. She felt those hands on her knees, and she was really scared at getting tickled at two different areas of her body. She knew that this might be her last chance to defy these women before she truly suffered. One last opportunity to spit venom at them and hoped they would heed her warnings. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO DARBY!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME OR I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR PUSSIES GET IT!!!!” she yelled.
Darby heard that threat and she laughed. That was a unique threat, and it made her laugh. She paused her fingers for a moment and just let out laughter. “Hehehe wow. That was funny. Our pussies will get it? You sure are a funny woman, Ingrid.” she grinned.
Ingrid felt some relief when the fingers stopped tickling her pits. She didn’t realize just how much her body was suffering until the tickling paused. She then heard everyone in the room laughing and that was not the effect she wanted. She wanted them to take her seriously and now they were laughing at her. “What…..what is so funny? I am serious!” she yelled.
“You are never going to touch her there, sweetie. Most criminals say they will kill us or tear our guts out. You? You want our pussies. Hehehe It was just funny. So, how about you stop all this foolishness and just tell us where the jewels are.” Darby responded. She looked at Becky and hoped she would help with the interrogation. She knew her apprentice needed this moment. Ingrid really did a number on her and made her so scared and emotional. This was her chance to get rid of some of that trauma and help her take this criminal down.
“I swear….to ALL of you! I will be free, and I will hunt all of you down! I will get the last laugh! I will tickle you all over and never stop! I will play with your pussies and make you cum until you are dry! Mark my words!!!” Ingrid threatened. She knew it was a futile effort, but she had this one last chance to spare her dignity and go out swinging.
“Hehehes sounds like someone doesn’t want to be tickled anymore. Well, you could just tell us where the jewels are. I mean, isn’t that what you did to your victims? Tell them if they don’t give up the jewels, you will tickle them? Now you know how it feels….” Darby mused. She did enjoy the irony of this moment. Ingrid was facing the same fate her victims did. She knew the threat she made didn’t mean much because once she was in jail, that was the end of Ingrid’s reign of terror.
Ingrid started to seethe as she listened to that irony. She hated this moment and now she looked at Becky’s happy face. That one hurt more because she loved torturing Becky. Then she felt a squeeze on her knees, and she growled at Becky. “STOP THAT! Listen Becky, you know what I can do to you! If you think I had fun with your feet and EEP!!! Pussy before! Just you wait!” she threatened.
Becky squeezed the knees of Ingrid as she made her threat. She did remember that night very well. She thought about it every day since it happened. She heard the current threat, and it made her sad. She wanted to get past that humiliation and what made it worse was now everyone in the room knew her special place was played with. That made her a little ashamed, and she wanted to take it out on Ingrid. She squeezed the knees again and loved the reaction. “Ya tortured me, now I am gonna get ya back!” she told her.
Ingrid felt the squeezes on her knees, and it tickled a lot! Then she felt the fingers returning back to her armpits and now that intense ticklish fear returned. She felt the anticipation and suddenly, she was tickled hard. “NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’M GOING TO GET YOU!!!!” she screamed as the armpit tickling was aggressive and now her knees were being squeezed.
Becky couldn’t help but smile as she heard that intense laughter. She still felt ashamed about being tortured that night, but squeezing these knees started to help. Seeing Ingrid react violently to the tickling made her excited. She hoped she could be a good tickler. She saw how Darby was tickling the armpits and enjoying herself. She wondered if this was something she could truly do to someone else in the form of torture. She thought about how Ingrid got Donna to hate her so much and that made her hands squeeze harder. She felt the reaction and saw that look of terror and she felt something inside her. She felt the urge to make this woman apologize for all the things she did to her. Ingrid totally dominated her before and still making threats. “Ya are not very nice. Ya keep threatenin’ me and muh friends. Ya need to apologize.” she told her.
Ingrid heard Becky’s words, and she looked at her incredulously. She was already feeling the ticklish feelings throughout her body and now this goofy woman was telling her to apologize. Not give up the jewelry or any other information. Just apologize. That made her ego kick in and she was not going to break to a woman she thoroughly dominated. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU APOLOGIZE TO ME FOR BEING A HAHAHAHAHAHA IDIOT!!!!” she screamed.
Darby listened to Becky’s words, and she felt for her. She got full confirmation that Becky was sexually humiliated and that made her angry. She remembered when Becky was sexually humiliated at the hands of the outlaws Sabrina Alamain and Babs McKenzie. She was there when it happened, and she even was forced to participate by performing oral sex on Becky. Knowing that she was sexually played with again made her even more determined to make Ingrid pay for everything she had done. “You know, she’s right! Before you start telling us when the jewelry is, you need to apologize to Becky.” she demanded.
Ingrid continued to laugh as those fingers in her pits were probing into her flesh. She felt that uncontrollable feeling of helplessness that happened when someone was tickled and couldn’t defend themselves. It was what she wanted her victims to feel. She heard Darby’s demand as well and she hated this moment. She was being humiliated, and she wanted to let these ladies know how strong she was. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU CAN BOTH GO TO HELL!!!!” she yelled.
“Tsk Tsk Tsk….Well, we gave you the option. Perhaps we can have someone tickle your ribs right now.” Darby threatened. She felt the urge to force Ingrid into an apology. She remembered when La Diabla forced Priscilla into an apology to Cheyenne after the torment that woman put the innocent young lady through. Becky didn’t go through as much as Cheyenne, and she didn’t plan on sexually tickling Ingrid, but she still wanted her to apologize. She looked over at Kylie and nodded her head.
Kylie saw Darby looking at her and saw that head nod. She heard that someone should be tickling the ribs, and she smiled. She could tell Ingrid was suffering already with the armpit tickling and the knee squeezing and if she tickled the ribs, it would overwhelm the small woman. She also heard Ingrid tell Becky that she enjoyed sexually tickling her. That made her heart sink because she truly had a sexual crush on Becky, and she was her friend. She cared about her and knowing that she was tormented and embarrassed, it continued to fuel her fire to make this woman pay. Thinking about Becky’s naked pussy being teased by Ingrid got her angry and she wanted to viciously tickle those ribs and make her pay. “Yeah, I think I am REALLY going to tickle her ribs. Oh, you are not going to like this at all…..” she said then made her way over to Ingrid’s body.
Ingrid heard the threat to her ribs, and she panicked. There was no way she could handle three spots being tickled at the same time. The armpit tickling and knee squeezing already was tearing her apart. Kylie’s earlier rib tickling was brutal for her and now she saw that look of anger and determination on her face. Her eyes went wide, and she definitely did not want to suffer that kind of ticklish agony and embarrassment. “HAHAHAHAHA OK OK OK!! I’M SORRY!!! HAHAHAH I’M SORRY!!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!” she yelled.
Darby chuckled to herself when she heard Ingrid apologizing already. She felt good inside because it meant that Ingrid was really feeling the effects of the tickling and was wearing down. She was very defiant about an apology and now she was doing it because of the additional threat of tickling. She paused her tickling and looked at Becky so she could stop. She had a huge smile on her face, and it was time to taunt Ingrid. “There you go! See? It wasn’t too hard, right? Ok, why are you sorry?” she asked teasingly.
Ingrid felt her face turning red with shame as she blurted out an apology already. She didn’t want to do it, but with Kylie threatening to tickle her ribs while her knees and pits were tickled, it would be too much for her. She also realized that now that she shown she could break, these women were truly going to torture her into confessing more things. That really bruised her ego, and she felt sad. Her head slumped forward because she knew they now had the edge. She could continue to be defiant, but now that they managed to break her a little, it was just a matter of time before they broke her completely. A feeling of imminent defeat washed over her, and she didn’t know what else to do. She heard Darby’s question and still felt the hands in her armpits and on her knees. Kylie was still near her, and she was being forced to apologize. “I said I am sorry!” she yelled back.
“Sorry for what? Tell us or get ready for a rib-ticklin’ time! Hehehe” Darby threatened. She felt good at the moment because as she experienced herself, once you gave up something, the rest would surely follow. It appeared that Ingrid was a key piece to several things and finally she would be able to get a resolution.
“I’m sorry for tickling Becky. I tickled her soft and tender body a lot. I tickled her stomach and armpits. I tickled her ribs and sides. I tickled her big feet. I even tickled her ass and her pussy. She was all mine. I am sorry for tickling you, Becky.” Ingrid said and looked at Becky. Even though she was forced to apologize, she still felt the urge to get one last humiliating word towards the young apprentice.
Becky felt red in the face as Ingrid mentioned all the spots she was tickled at. It was as though Ingrid wanted to still make her feel embarrassed even during the apology. She looked around the room and saw the looks of Darby, Kylie and Rosa. Now that they heard all of the places she was tortured, she felt ashamed. “Um….did ya have to say all of that?” she asked the thief.
“I am sorry. Ok? I apologized! Can you let me go now?” Ingrid asked. She felt horrible that she apologized and felt that ticklish anticipation as her knees were starting to softly get squeezed.
“Ya really humiliated me!!! Why do ya have to keep tryin’ to embarrass me like that?” Becky asked, her voice filling with emotion. She felt really ashamed that what happened to her was told in front of everyone. She told Darby what happened, but Kylie and Rosa did not have to hear that. It also started to make her angry. This tiny woman dominated her, and it caused so much grief in her life. She felt her grip on the knees getting stronger and she wanted to make Ingrid feel what she had been feeling. She then squeezed harder and saw that ticklish reaction and she loved it.
“AAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP!!! I APOLOGIZED!!! I APOLOGIZED!!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt those very intense knee squeezes. There was anger in Becky’s voice, and she did not expect that. The ticklish feelings tore through her body, and she was squirming as best as she could in her chair. She saw that look on Becky’s face and it wasn’t her typical goofy face, or her embarrassed face. It was a look of passion, and she wondered if she went too far.
Darby was surprised at Becky’s reaction and the knee squeezes were more aggressive. Hearing from Ingrid where she tickled Becky had to embarrass her apprentice. She knew how it felt because her tormentors loved talking about her ticklish spots, especially on the soles of her feet. She knew Becky experienced a lot of emotional pain from this ordeal and it appeared to be coming out. She figured she would let her have her moment, then start to focus on getting information out of the thief.
Rosa watched as she saw Becky squeezing those knees with passion. She really didn’t know any of these women too well, but she understood how Becky must have felt. Hearing from Ingrid where Becky was tickled must have been haunting for Becky. She understood that feeling because La Diabla did it to her. She remembered being tortured that day and left in a very humiliating fashion when she was completely naked and had to be discovered by someone else. She wondered how far Becky would torture Ingrid. The apprentice seemed so friendly, but also very raw in her abilities. Now she heard her passion and felt for her. She started to think she should do the same to La Diabla. Tie the outlaw down and tickle her. If she was ticklish, she wanted to make her suffer just like she did. It seemed like an appropriate method of revenge. She was cheering for Becky right now. She hoped Becky would take all her frustrations out on Ingrid, just like she wanted to on La Diabla. She smiled at the thought and hoped her own revenge would be satisfied soon.
Becky continued to squeeze the knees, and she started to feel good inside. The way Ingrid was laughing, she couldn’t help but smile. It was still amazing that this tiny woman was so dangerous and skilled. She managed to subdue women bigger than herself, including her. She was very agile and cunning. Now, underneath that mask, was a woman that was just as vulnerable as all of her victims. She loved the sound of Ingrid’s laugh, and she wanted to keep tickling her. She felt this surge of adrenaline flowing through her and she just wanted to keep tickling her. She loved how Darby’s fingers were moving and knew that poor Ingrid had to be losing her mind. She saw the look on Ingrid’s face and for the first time in her own life, she truly relished the thought of this woman laughing herself silly because she tickled her. She looked up at her mentor and saw a look of pride on her face. Becky started to feel that confidence that what she was doing was ok. It was torture, but sometimes someone had to go further than they would have before to get results. She wanted to tease the woman that tormented so many other. “Ya sure are a ticklish one. Hehehe” she teased.
Ingrid felt Darby’s fingers in her pits and those squeezes on her knees. The sensations were getting stronger, and she felt herself getting weaker. She was now desperately trying to do anything to get them to stop. She did not want to reveal where the jewels were because that would endanger her fellow dancers. She knew those jewels were inside the showroom in the backroom. Marge kept them in a safe and they were going to sell them on the black market in a few weeks once they had a very large stash. She closed her eyes for a moment and focused on one last act of defiance. She wanted to curse them and let them know that she would not break. She opened her mouth and planned to roar her defiance, but suddenly, she felt something pressing into her ribs and she exploded in laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!! TOO MUCH!!!!” she screamed.
Kylie couldn’t hold back any longer. She saw how Becky’s knee squeezing and Darby’s armpit tickling was driving Ingrid crazy. She loved how much fun they were having but she also kept thinking about Becky and Phoebe. She still felt Ingrid had something to do with Phoebe and Becky was definitely tortured in such a humiliating way. She was off to the left side of Ingrid and reached her hands over and just started tickling the ribs. She loved that extra burst of ticklish laughter and she wanted to make her suffer. “Hehehehe that’s right you tiny bitch! Laugh…..” she taunted.
Darby was surprised when Kylie came over and started to tickle the ribs. She was already breaking Ingrid down with she and Becky working her over, but now that Kylie joined in, she knew this was what they might need to break this woman. “Ooooh!!! Ingrid is so ticklish everywhere!! Hehehe I am glad I am not her.” she teased.
Rosa watched the entire scenario unfolding and she couldn’t help but smile. She saw how much ticklish agony Ingrid was in and was amazed the woman didn’t break already. When she was tickled by La Diabla and La Pantera, it was such an overwhelming feeling, and she ended up breaking. There was no way her body could withstand that kind of torture. Ingrid was a tiny woman, so having three women tickling her at the same time must have been devastating. She saw the desperation in Ingrid’s body and face. She heard that hysterical laughter and it was starting to go silent. She also felt left out. It had been a while since she tickled anyone. She got closer to where everyone was and smiled. “Hey, can I tickle her somewhere too?” she asked with a sly grin.
Darby chuckled when she heard Rosa asking if she could join in. She thought about how Ingrid was definitely in ticklish trouble. She knew how devastating being tickled was and she had been double teamed herself before. Having three women tickling her would definitely destroy her, so four women would be the end. She wanted that information and now it was time to push Ingrid over the edge. “Sure! You can find a spot. Maybe her tummy?” she winked.
Ingrid felt those fingers pressing into her very sensitive spots on her ribs and that more than anything else devastated her. Kylie seemed to be the more skilled tickler out of these women, and it made her wonder how ruthless she must have been. Darby and Becky were definitely getting some good reactions from her, but knew they were still upholding some kind of moral code. She looked over at Kylie and the look on her face told her this woman would be a very ruthless person who would just love to torture others. She might have even been a great ally, but she was tickling her. She then heard Darby mentioning something about her stomach and she saw Rosa coming. That would be too much for her. She did not want four women tickling her. She saw that happened with the victims Marge and her fellow dancers did in the backroom and it definitely broke their victims. She felt her lungs burning and she desperately needed a break. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK OK OK!!!!!” she screamed.
Darby heard that capitulation and she smiled. She actually wanted to see Rosa join in, but if Ingrid was going to start talking, she had to give her that chance. “Ok ladies, pause for a moment. I think cute little Ingrid here wants to start talking. But stay close. If she is stupid enough to defy us, then we all tickle her. It is kind of fun. Hehehe” she instructed.
Becky let go of the knees and was in shock but also felt a wave of happiness. It appeared that their tickling was breaking Ingrid, and she was excited. She knew how that felt. That moment when the body just couldn’t take it anymore and had to give up. That was what caused her great shame many times. The fact that she had been broken by the outlaws and also from this same tiny woman. She looked at Darby and loved how she was in control. Now, it was time to see if Ingrid would start talking.
Ingrid moaned in relief as the tickle attack had finally stopped. Her body was very sensitive and felt all her nerves still tingling. She felt really tired. Her breathing was heavy, and her lungs were burning. Her body temperature was high, and she felt herself starting to sweat. She took a moment to gather her wits again. She was tired and desperately needed that break. She hung her head in shame because these women were starting to win this fight. She felt a little emotional again but managed to keep her composure. “Thank you…….thank you…..” she moaned.
“Don’t thank us yet. We still have to get some answers. If you don’t give them to us, well, I guess we will just have to keep tickling you until you do! I don’t care if this takes all night! You will tell us what we want to know, or you are going to be laughing for a long time.” Darby threatened. She surprised herself by having a sadistic streak, but she also knew how effective threats were. So many times, in her recent career that threats against her were made and she gave in. It was the greatest humiliation, but her body couldn’t take it anymore and it appeared Ingrid was getting close to the point. Now it was time to press her and solve her cases! “Now, are you ready to answer some questions?” she asked.
Ingrid wanted to curse at Darby. She wanted to tear out of these ropes and jump on that woman. She wanted to tie her down, strip her completely naked and just torment her entire body. The thoughts of how Marge and the others describing about Darby’s naked body made her jealous that she wasn’t there to see it all. They all gushed about how sexy she was, and how she was pink in all the right places. She swooned when she heard that Darby’s feet were the most perfect feet they had ever seen. They talked about her nipples and especially her pussy. They described how pink her pussy was and how sensual it was. It was as though Darby was the perfect specimen of a woman to dominate. Now, she was in control of her, and she felt antsy. Any new tickle attack would be horrible, and she would suffer. “Let me go…..” she murmured.
“That’s not happening. Now, Ingrid. Tell me, where are the jewels you stole?” Darby asked, then started to run her fingers through the sweaty short cropped blond hair.
Ingrid burned with shame as this woman was petting her. She heard that question and she wanted to yell something sarcastic back at Darby but she saw Becky’s hands moving to her knees and Kylie was moving towards her too. She saw Rosa kneeling down on her right side and those hands were getting closer. “Hey!!!! Tell them to stop trying to tickle me!!!” she yelled.
“That’s not an answer. Where are the jewels? Tell us or get tickled. It is as simple as that.” Darby warned. She moved her fingers from the hair and placed both of her hands back to the pits. She had an urge to start tickling but wanted to give Ingrid a chance.
Ingrid felt extremely nervous as Darby’s fingers moved back to her pits. The tickle threat was there and the looks on those faces unnerved her. “Ok!!! I will tell you! Tell them to move their hands away!!” she demanded.
“Tell us! Answer Darby’s question or you are really going to get it!” Rosa threatened. She wanted to be a part of the interrogation and force Ingrid to start talking. Once she did, then she could ask her own questions. “Just think, we haven’t even tested your feet yet.” she added with a grin.
The tickle threat to her feet really made Ingrid nervous. It was true. They haven’t tickled her feet yet and with the shape she was in right now, any foot tickling would destroy her. She felt a need to start crying because she was trapped and nowhere to go. She lowered her head for a moment and took a deep breath. She knew her criminal career was over, and these women were getting the best of her. “Ok, the jewels are in a safe. At the showroom.” she mumbled in defeat.
Darby felt a sense of elation as she heard the confession. It also definitely tied the burlesque show to the crimes. She knew that there had to be some connection because of some of the evidence she had. The victims were patrons of the show at one time or another and that must have been where they were scouted and targeted. Now that she knew the jewels were there, she could raid the business and finally bring this crime wave down. “Good girl! Now, was that so hard? Hehehe” she grinned.
“I hate you……I promise, one day I will get my revenge.” Ingrid said. She felt ashamed but still wanted to fight back anyway she could.
“Hehehe promises, promises. Now, you said the jewels are in a safe. What is the combination to the safe?” Darby asked. She figured that since Ingrid was talking, she might as well get all the information she could. She also thought about the need to find out about Phoebe and potentially a missing Donna and a woman named Alice.
“What? I don’t know! I don’t put them in the safe!” Ingrid replied. She knew this was the next line of questioning and she had a chance to potentially not get herself in trouble with Marge. It was bad enough that she was caught. It was bad enough she revealed where the stolen gems were located. But she didn’t want to give up all the information, especially about them drugging victims and being part of a sex trafficking ring that just started. She could plausibly deny knowing the combination even though she knew she was lying.
“Ingrid, do you honestly think we are going to believe that you do not know the combination to the safe? You go around attacking women and tickling them into giving you their jewelry and you go back to the showroom and not put them in the safe yourself? Do I look stupid?” Darby asked. She felt a tingle of excitement in her body as she knew another round of interrogation was coming. She was enjoying herself a little and noticed the skills of the other women. It appeared that Kylie was very good at tickling others and wondered just how effective Rosa would be.
“Do you look stupid? Do you want me to be honest? Hehe” Ingrid joked. She couldn’t help herself and just had to take a shot at Darby. She was already in deep trouble, so she figured she might as well get in as many barbs as she could.
Darby smirked when she heard that response, then pressed her fingers once again to the armpits. She wanted to send Ingrid a message that her interrogation tactics were not over. “Oh, you want to be a smart mouth huh?” she asked.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEY!!! IT WAS A JOKE!!! HAHAHAHA A JOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKEEEEE!!! HAHAHAHAHA” Ingrid screamed as she felt those fingers in her armpits. She started to squirm a bit and felt her body still being very sensitive. The tickling finally stopped, and she felt that sensation of being overwhelmed. “Geez!!! Don’t you know how to take a little joke? For someone as heroic as you, you sure don’t have a personality.” she told her.
“I don’t have time for games, Ingrid. So, are you going to reveal the combination or what? Or is it that someone else at the show knows the combination? Is it your boss Marge?” Darby asked. She wanted to probe a little further and get confirmation that the other dancers were involved in this scheme. It was highly unlikely that they had no idea what Ingrid was up to, she just wanted Ingrid to admit it.
Ingrid felt that pressure building in her body as she realized what Darby was trying to do. She wanted her to implicate her fellow dancers and get them arrested as well. Or she could reveal the combination and all those jewels she stole would be recovered. She knew what would happen next, but she made a promise to herself that she would not rat out the others. If she had to go to jail, she would go, but she just didn’t want to be the one who got everyone else thrown in jail. “Listen, I don’t know the combination. No one does.” she lied.
“No one? Ingrid, you know that is a dumb answer. SOMEONE knows the combination and I suggest you tell me. You are trapped. You are going to jail for sure. You have nowhere to run or hide. So, make it easy on yourself and get to talking. Or do we have to bare your sole to get you to talk?” Darby teased. She felt a little proud of herself for using a line La Diabla would use. She wondered if her lover would be proud of her watching her torment Ingrid in this manner.
Ingrid gasped as she realized what Darby was saying. She used that line a few times and knew what she meant. She felt fear in her body as she knew her feet were the next target. The way she was feeling responsive now meant that her feet were going to be hypersensitive too. She was getting tired and that would definitely drive her crazy. “Will you let me go already? You caught me, and I will no longer break in and have fun with helpless women.” she responded.
“Ladies, it seems like Ingrid here doesn’t want to cooperate. I say, let’s get her in position and prepare her. I think she is a bit tired. I know when I am tired, I like to lay back and take off muh boots and relax muh feet. I think Ingrid should do the same…..” Darby told the group with a devious smile.
“You bet!” Kylie said with enthusiasm. She wanted to get her hands on ticklish feet and have her way with them. She looked at Ingrid and just her attitude made her want to tickle her silly. She had gotten her ribs really good, now it was time to play with the feet.
“That sounds good. Let’s get her on her back!” Rosa said. She then reached forward and touched the seat of the chair. She saw Kylie do the same and now, Darby was pulling back on the chair. She saw Ingrid starting to fall backwards and she had a wild look in her eyes. “Hehehehe just relax.” she told her.
“HEY!!!! HEY!!! DON’T PUT ME DOWN!!! DON’T PUT ME DOWN!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt herself falling backwards in her chair. She saw her legs elevated and now she was looking at the ceiling. She also hoped they wouldn’t drop her because her arms were still cuffed behind her back. She felt herself on the floor and her shoes were dangling. She looked up and saw the four women now standing over her and looking right at her. She felt a tremendous amount of nervousness and knew she was in trouble. “HEY!!!! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?” she yelled.
“Becky, can you and Kylie untie her legs and then tie them to the legs of the chair? I think we need to get her ready for some…….fun.” Darby requested. She continued to feel a surge of power in her body. It felt good to actually set someone up for this kind of torment. It was a strange feeling still, but she was getting used to it. She had tickled Helga; she had tickled Priscilla. She had even tickled Thalia. It was becoming more of a weapon for her, and she liked it after being the victim of many tickle torture moments.
“Yeah, I will do that! Come on Kylie, let’s get her tied!” Becky said with enthusiasm. She started to feel like she was part of something good. It was still new to her to tickle someone as interrogation, but the more she participated, the more she got used to it. She then saw Kylie holding onto the ankles as she started to untie the legs. Once she got it undone, she then grabbed the right ankle, and Kylie had the left one. They both started to tie the shin area to the legs of the chair, so the feet would be trapped. She looked at the shoe of Ingrid and smiled. She thought about when her own feet were tickled by this same woman. How bad it was for her and also so embarrassing. Now, she wondered if it would be her to return the favor. Once the legs were tied, she stood up and saluted Darby in her typical rigid fashion. “All tied and ready, Darby!” she smiled.
Darby chuckled when she saw Becky saluting. No matter how many times she had witnessed that salute, it made her laugh every time. She saw the look of fear on Ingrid’s face, and she smiled at her. “Looks like someone is a bit nervous. So, will you make it easy on yourself, or do we have to work on your sole confession? Hehehe” she joked.
“I HATE ALL OF YOU!!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!!!” Ingrid screamed. She felt that humiliation of the moment and knew she was doomed. She had no idea how to even brace herself because she knew she was going to suffer. She wiggled her feet around and prayed that something, anything, could prevent them from going after her feet.
“Suit yourself. Hey Rosa, I think it is time muhself and you to get to the bottom of something. I think we need to see if we can get her sole to confess the combination. Will you join me?” Darby asked. She wanted to see what Rosa would do in this situation. She already had shown she was more than willing to indulge in this kind of interrogation but wanted to see how good she was at it. She wished it was La Diabla here with her tickling Ingrid. Her lover would definitely relish the opportunity to tickle this woman silly. It was also the first time she would not have La Diabla with her once they defeated a villain. She hoped to still make her proud.
“Gladly! I think Ingrid here has a lot to say. Hehehe” Rosa smiled. She felt thrilled that she would get an opportunity to tickle Ingrid. She also figured it would be a good time to practice her tickling skills, because if she had La Diabla in this position, she could exact her revenge. She watched as Darby made her way to the left foot and knelt down. She then knelt down by the right foot and looked at the helpless shoe wiggling in the air. She wanted to truly enjoy this moment and savor every moment of it.
Darby knelt down by the left foot and stared at the shoe. The black shoe looked snug on the foot and a little worn out. She noticed just how tiny the foot looked as well. She chuckled because this would be the first time she tickled a tiny foot when tickling for punishment. Helga, Priscilla and Thalia had bigger feet. She reached her hands forward and managed to get a hold of the shoelace. She started to pull on it and the knot came loose. She saw the foot wiggling wildly, so she grabbed the shoe with her left hand, while the right hand worked on the laces. “Hold still! I am just taking off your shoe!” she told her prisoner.
“LET GO OF MY SHOE!! DAMMIT DARBY!! DON’T YOU DARE TAKE OFF MY SHOES!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt the laces coming undone. She felt horrific nervousness as her shoes were going to come off and her feet were going to be very vulnerable. She then felt her right shoe being held and now those laces were coming undone. “HEY!!! YOU TOO!!! LET GO OF MY SHOE!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe I am just trying to make you feel better.” Rosa teased as she pulled on the laces and managed to get them undone. She then started to loosen the shoe and felt that anticipation. There was something about this moment that truly excited her. It was her first time using tickle torture on a prisoner’s feet. She had removed shoes from prisoners in Mexico, but that was part of her duties, and the other soldiers would prepare prisoners for their prison clothing. This was much different than those experiences because she was going to deal with the foot itself. She then tugged on the heel of the shoe and felt it pop off the heel. A rush of excitement flowed through her because these tiny feet were soon going to be played with. “Now, let’s see what is inside this shoe.” she teased.
“YOU KNOW WHAT IS INSIDE THERE!!! KEEP IT ON!!! KEEP THEM ON!!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt both shoes starting to come off her feet. She felt them off her heels and now coming off the soles. She looked around in a panic and saw Becky smiling at her and Kylie had this look of sadism in it. She looked like she was truly going to enjoy watching her suffer. That got her nervous because unlike the others, Kylie was not law enforcement. If she was alone with the woman and tied up, she might have been as ruthless as she was.
Darby smiled when the shoe started to come off. There was something about removing footwear that was exciting. She also knew how nerve wracking it was to have footwear removed. She had her own boots and socks removed on multiple occasions and it always made her go crazy with anticipation. Now, she hoped the same was happening to Ingrid. She got the shoe off and looked at the tiny black socked foot. She looked inside the shoe and saw that it was a size 5. She smiled and then looked at Ingrid. “Awww….how cute! Such tiny little feet. Hehehehe Size 5, huh?” she teased.
“Yes! Leave my feet alone! Stop talking about my feet! Why don’t we discuss your BIG feet? From what I heard, your feet are quite massive. How about you take off your boots and socks so we can all see them since you want to point out sizes….” Ingrid snapped back. She remembered how helpless she felt when Sylvia made fun of her feet and now Darby was pointing out how small they were. She hoped to make Darby at least uncomfortable, and she also wished she could see those feet of hers.
“Oh Ingrid, I know you are scared. I can see it in your eyes. I think you are really afraid that we are going to tickle your feet. I bet the mere thought of it frightens you. It should. I learned from a great woman on how to tickle feet. I will gladly show you unless you want to give me the combination to the safe. Otherwise, I will have to take this tiny baby sock off and see your feet.” Darby threatened. She continued to feel this power flowing within her and knew she had the advantage. She hoped Ingrid would refuse in a sense because she wanted to tickle those tiny feet.
Ingrid felt her right shoe come off and saw Rosa tossing it over her shoulder. Now, both of her socked feet were exposed, and Darby was making threats about tickling her feet. She looked around and Kylie and Becky were definitely not going to stop them. She curled her toes and started to wiggle them around. She started to sweat, and she knew this was the moment of truth. If she refused to give up the combination, she would surely have her feet tickled. Memories of what Sylvia did to her feet still haunted her, even though she was friends with her now. These women were not going to be friends. If she refused to give the combination, she was going to suffer, but she had to hold firm. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Go to hell……” she murmured.
“Hehehe I was hoping you say that. Now, let’s see if you have cute feet.” Darby grinned, then winked at Rosa. She reached her hands to the sock and started to tug on it. She felt the material starting to move and that made her happy. It was going to be moments before she saw the naked foot and played with it.
Rosa felt a thrill in her body when Ingrid dared them to tickle her. Now was her chance to have some fun and practice getting ready for La Diabla. She started to pull on the right sock. She felt it sliding and her heart started to beat faster. She was finally going to tickle some feet. Her own feet were horribly ticklish, and she hoped she could be effective. The sock came off the heel and she saw the creamy skin appearing. This was the moment. The sock continued to slide up the foot and she felt the urge to taunt the tiny thief. “Hehehe I bet she does have cute feet! I can already see the skin and it looks like it is going to be REALLY ticklish.” she taunted.
Ingrid felt her socks coming off and she started to squirm. The anticipation was driving her crazy and she started to sweat. She could feel the socks on the balls of her feet, and it was just going to be just moments before her feet were naked and she was tortured again. “I hate you both. I can’t believe you are willing to torture me for something I don’t know. Mexican lady, I don’t understand why you are even here! You should not get involved with this. I will hunt you down in the future and I will see what YOUR feet look like, and I can already guess. You are ticklish too. I won’t stop torturing you just because you joined something you are not a part of!” she threatened towards Rosa.
Rosa grinned when she heard the threat. The fact that the threat was even being made let her know that the peeling of these socks scared Ingrid. Now it was her time to assert herself. The right sock rested on the toes, and she stared at that meaty sole. The skin was very creamy, and it looked nice. She stared over at Ingrid and winked. “I am here because I want to work with Deputy Darby Reeves. You see, I am hunting for someone. I bet you even know who it is. In fact, how about I make you an offer? You give me what I want, and perhaps I can persuade Darby to not tickle your cute little……feet.” she told her, then pulled the sock completely off exposing the tiny toes.
Ingrid gasped once she felt her right sock come off completely. Now her foot was exposed, and she was very vulnerable. She heard the offer from Rosa, and she was intrigued. She saw the stunned look on Darby’s face and wondered what was going on. She wondered what his woman wanted, and it was possible she could spare her from being tickled on her feet. She might not have to reveal any combination as well. “W-What do you want?” she asked.
Rosa felt a surge of confidence and it was time to hopefully get the answers she wanted. She had no intention of stopping Darby. She just needed Ingrid to believe she had a chance which might make her more receptive to giving her answers. She looked at the hopeful face on Ingrid and she smiled. “I am hunting someone. You tell me where she is, and you will be spared of this dreadful foot ticking that is coming your way. I can see these cute little feet of yours and those oh, so cute toes! I bet you are really ticklish on your feet, so being honest with me will help you a lot. So, have you seen the notorious outlaw known as La Diabla?” she asked.
Darby gasped when she heard that question. She was stunned that Rosa was making promises to her prisoner and would not have to torture Ingrid for the combination of the safe. She had no idea what Rosa was up to, and she wanted to let her know that this was Plotsville’s jurisdiction and she was in charge right now. She was about to say something but paused when she heard the question about La Diabla. This made her really nervous because if Ingrid did know something about her lover, it would be a major problem. She looked at Ingrid, then looked right back at Rosa. She was on edge as she awaited the response.
Ingrid heard the question, and she was stunned. This woman was asking about La Diabla and then she remembered who that was. She barely met the outlaw at the facility for the sex trafficking operation. She only spoke to her briefly and sensed that she was very dangerous. She did find her extremely beautiful, but she was partners with two other women from Mexico. It started to make sense to her why Rosa was here now. She was searching for the women from Mexico. That made her nervous because if she said she saw them, she could potentially expose the trafficking ring. She absolutely could not do that and now she felt nervous. “L-La Diabla? You asked me about someone named La Diabla?” she asked nervously.
Rosa could see the fear on Ingrid’s face, and it appeared that she might know information about the outlaw. She could tell by the question and the facial expressions that La Diabla met this woman. She started to grow confident that she would find more information and finally find the woman she swore to capture. “Yes, La Diabla. She’s a dangerous outlaw from Mexico. Usually wears all black. Very pretty face. Long black hair. Have you seen her?” she asked.
“I don’t think so. Um, she is pretty huh? Maybe I would like to meet her. Hehehe I like pretty women.” Ingrid replied. She was trying to play off the knowledge of meeting the outlaw and hoped it worked. “I cooperated. I haven’t seen her. Can I go now?” she asked with hope in her voice.
“Well, the deal was if you tell me what I wanted to know then you would be spared. I know you have seen her. You are lying to me. Now, you will pay…..” Rosa told Ingrid, then started to run her fingers up and down the helpless foot. She felt her fingers sinking into that tender flesh and it felt amazing.
“NO! WAIT!! I HAVEN’T HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SEEN HER!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt the fingers running up and down her right foot. The tickling was worse than she anticipated, and it sent very powerful shockwaves throughout her body.
Darby was surprised by this turn of events, and she watched as Rosa started tickling Ingrid’s feet. She looked at the left foot and managed to pull off the sock, exposing those tiny, grape-like, toes. She didn’t know how to feel after hearing Rosa ask about La Diabla and felt some kind of relief that Ingrid didn’t see her. Then she heard that high pitched laughter and she figured it was time for her to join in the excitement. She started to lightly flutter her fingers up and down the sole and she was impressed. The skin was quite soft and surprisingly extra sensitive. The feeling of tickling that foot started to get her excited. It had been quite some time since she tickled some feet, and this was her chance to do a lot of good with it. Her fingers started to move faster and now she got excited. “Hehehe wow, looks like SOMEONE has really ticklish feet. Poor little Ingrid, she is sooooo ticklish!” she taunted.
Rosa smiled when she heard Darby taunting Ingrid. Now both feet were being tickled, and she enjoyed it. Her goal was to help Darby get the combination and also force Ingrid to confess about her knowledge of the outlaw she was hunting. She looked at the foot and focused on the outside part of the arch. She held onto the foot with one hand and her fingers moved all over that spot. It gave her a nice reaction, and she wanted to keep pressing her torture. “Come on, Ingrid! You had better start talking. We know how ticklish you really are and if you don’t start talking, we will have to tickle these cute feet of yours all night.” she threatened.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I HATE YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME!!! HAHAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt both of her feet being tickled. On her right foot, fingers were tickling the outside part of her arch. On the left foot, the fingers were all over the ball of her foot. Both feet were giving her intense ticklish feelings, and she was already in trouble. She tried to move her feet, but both women were holding them and tickling them with the other. She looked over and saw Becky with this look on her face. She seemed really amused and that only angered her. It still bothered her that the woman she tortured days ago was now grinning at her plight. She wished she could tickle Becky again. She wanted to dominate them all and prayed she could get revenge one day. “HAHAHAHAHAH STOP LOOKING STUPID!!!” she yelled.
Becky was highly amused watching Ingrid getting her feet tickled. She loved the sound of her laughter and really enjoyed the fact that this menacing thief was very ticklish. It was surreal to think this same thief went around tickling the feet of helpless women and here she was having her feet tickled for information. She was surprised by Rosa’s question. It did seem strange the La Diabla would be committing crimes and returning to Texas. She was friends with the outlaw. She found her to be a very engaging woman. It was hard to believe that she attacked Rosa in Mexico and kidnapped women. She did feel relief that Ingrid said she didn’t know her because it would be devastating news, especially for her mentor. She looked at that ticklish anguish written all over Ingrid’s face and wondered if she looked like that whenever she was tickled. Then she heard Ingrid’s insult, and she chuckled. “Hehehe I am lookin’ stupid? Muh feet are not getting’ tickled right now, are they? So, who really is the stupid one?” she retorted.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL GET YOU TOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOUR FEET ARE TICKLISH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE THEM STOP AND I WILL SPARE YOU!!!” Ingrid roared as she continued to feel those fingers on both of her feet. It appeared Darby found a real sensitive spot on her foot. Her fingers were on the inside edge of the ball of the foot near the instep. That really sent very strong feelings throughout her body. Then she felt Rosa tickling the bottom of her arch, right there towards the heel area and it made her shake. She knew she had to endure this. She didn’t want to give up the combination and she definitely did not want to reveal where she saw La Diabla. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to focus on anything that would make the tickling more bearable. It was a fruitless effort because both women were really getting to her.
“Come on, Ingrid. Will you just tell us the combination? I know you can’t hold out forever. You are too ticklish for this. I do have to admit, you got some really soft feet. So tender. So…..tickly. hehehe” Darby teased. She loved playing with that instep area and felt Ingrid’s foot desperately trying to get away from her grasp. She loved the sound of the laughter and wondered just how long it would take to make her confess. Her eyes looked at those tiny toes and it made her smile. She knew she had a major weapon that she could use and once she used it, Ingrid would never be the same. She loved knowing that she had the ability to truly send a woman into ticklish insanity. Learning the move from Gertrude, it devastated every woman she used it on, including the woman she loved, La Diabla. Her toe tickling technique was going to be used as a last resort. It would be perfect to use when Ingrid was severely weakened. It would definitely push her over the edge.
Kylie really enjoyed watching what was happening. She loved how both Darby and Rosa were having their ticklish way with Ingrid’s feet. She was a little disappointed that she wasn’t tickling them, but she understood. Both of those women were trained to handle criminals. She felt her own skills were really good and hoped that she could play with Ingrid’s helpless body again. She even considered getting down and dirty with her because Darby and Rosa couldn’t. She heard that exchange about La Diabla and she was worried. She adored and admired the outlaw. She found her to be a very caring person. It appeared she was no longer that ruthless outlaw that created her reputation, but she was still very skilled and very dangerous. She felt a need to help her as well. If she did attack Rosa and if she did kidnap two women, then there had to be a really good reason. It was not like her to do something like that after she established so many loving friendship relationships. She breathed a sigh of relief when Ingrid denied knowing La Diabla and hoped it was the truth. Kylie heard Ingrid trying to insult Becky and that also bothered her. She figured it was time for her to involve herself, even if she wasn’t tickling her. She went over towards the head area of Ingrid and laid down on the floor next to her. She leaned her head close to Ingrid’s ear and smiled. “If I were you, I would start talking. If you don’t then they are just going to keep tickling those feet of yours. You are kind of lucky though, because if it were me, I would tickle your feet for the hell of it. I would find every single ticklish spot on your body too. Who knows…..maybe if you still refuse to talk, they will let me have my way with you. I am not law enforcement. I can torture you as much as I like and I won’t feel sorry for you. I pray that you don’t talk. I want you. I want to torture you.” she whispered to her.
Ingrid continued to roar in laughter as she felt those fingers still tickling her feet. She heard Kylie whispering to her and those words gave her the chills. She knew Kylie was right. If Kylie tickled her, she could truly torture her. She turned her head towards Kylie’s grinning face, and she saw that twinkle in her eyes. She hoped that she would not get tickled by that woman for sure. She then turned her face back to Rosa and saw her looking very happy. She didn’t know whether to curse her or beg her. She just knew she was in deep trouble. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU BOTH NEEED TO STOP TICKLING MEEEEE!!! I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!” she screamed.
“Yes you do! Tell us! Tell us the combination or you tell me where La Diabla is. If you don’t then we will just keep tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle these cute little feet of yours.” Rosa teased. She was really getting into the foot tickling and felt powerful. There was just something about touching these feet and hearing that laughter that really got her excited. She started to understand why La Diabla tickled her victims. It broke them down and there was just something exciting about it. She looked at the ball of the foot and figured she could play there. She swiped her finger side to side across the foot. She glanced over at Darby who seemed genuinely amused tickling that other foot. “Hey, do you think she will crack?” she asked.
“Yeah, she will. Someone this ticklish won’t be able to take it this long. It is just a matter of time.” Darby answered. She focused her fingers on the middle of the arch. She loved how her finger sank into that area. She wished she had long nails, so that she could really torture this woman. She saw the pinkish lines forming in the areas her fingers were touching and wondered just how long Ingrid could hold out.
“Hehehe good point. I know if this was me, I would probably confess for sure. Foot tickling can be a devastating thing.” Rosa chuckled. She started to use the tips of her nails across the ball of the foot and heard a delightful squeal. She figured a little conversation with Darby would be fun as they continued to tickle the helpless feet. She wanted to prolong the tickling which should lead to Ingrid finally breaking.
“Hehee you are admitting you have ticklish feet? Hehehe” Darby asked with a giggle. She knew how deadly foot tickling could be after being tormented on hers so many times. It was good to hear someone else talk about their own feet’s ticklishness for a change.
“Well, yeah. I might as well. Yours are too I believe. The way Ingrid talks about them, you got a weakness there too. Hehe” Rosa teased back. This was beginning to be a fun bonding moment and Ingrid’s hysterical laughter in the background made it even better.
“Yeah, I guess. Hehehe Muh feet have been tickled before, and it was not the greatest experience. That’s why I want to keep tickling Ingrid’s feet. I want her to suffer like all of her victims. Those poor women. Getting tickled all over their feet and there was nothing they could do until they told her where their jewelry was. Now, I am giving her a taste of her own medicine. She deserves this. I hope she never tells because I am really enjoying muhself.” Darby teased. She knew Ingrid had to be listening and wanted to keep intimidating her.
Ingrid heard the two women talking about their own ticklish feet and that drove her crazy. She wished she could tickle them both. She wanted to take off their boots and socks and tickle them until they became mindless slaves. They were truly trying to torture her, and she hated it. She felt those nails on her right foot from Rosa, and she felt herself getting really tired. She needed a break, or she was really going to snap. Those two women were having a conversation which would mean they were not focused on her and her suffering. It meant they would keep going and she would suffer. “HAHAHAHAHA YOU CRAZY WOMEN!!! STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU GOT TICKLISH FEET TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed.
“Maybe we do. It doesn’t mean anything to you because you will never touch our feet. Now, about that combination. Are you ready to start talking or do I have to get really mean with you?” Darby threatened. She knew it was time to really start pressing Ingrid to get her to talk.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CAN YOU STOP TICKLING ME FOR A MOMENT?!!” Ingrid laughed. She desperately needed a break as the ticklish feelings felt overwhelming. She felt herself sweating a lot more and her lungs were burning. “HAHAHAHA I CAN’T TALK WHEN YOU TICKLE!!!” she yelled.
Darby nodded her head and then winked at Rosa to pause the tickling. She wanted to see if Ingrid would start confessing. The thief did have a good point. She did need a break in tickling in order to reveal the information. She watched the feet trembling and that made her chuckle. They were so sensitive at the moment, and it wouldn’t be long before her victim started talking. “Ok, what do you have to say to us?” she asked.
Ingrid felt a sense of relief when the foot tickling stopped. It was her first break in a while, and she needed it. She felt her chest heaving up and down and her mouth was getting dry. This torture was getting to her, and she felt nervous and frightened. She had already suffered a lot when they tickled her armpits, ribs, stomach and knees. The tickling on her feet was devastating and she was getting really concerned. Her mind kept trying to think of an escape plan, but she was truly trapped. She heard Darby’s question and took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Listen to me….I am suffering now. I just hand the jewels over and that’s all I know. Please….stop trying to tickle me and torturing me.” she panted,
“That’s not a good answer! Ingrid, we both know you know the combination. I really suggest you start talking. I like your feet. I really do. They are sooooo cute! I want to warn you though. I have something that will drive your feet absolutely crazy. Don’t make me use it on you. You will not like it at all.” Darby warned. She heard the exhaustion in Ingrid’s voice, and she had to intimidate her into talking. She was getting excited because she knew she was very close to breaking her. She looked over at Rosa who also had a smile on her face.
“Yes, do what she says. Ingrid, we are not stupid women. There is no way you stole those jewels, took them back to that place and they were put in a safe, and not know the combination. Just tell us the truth. Make it easier on yourself. Otherwise, we keep tickling.” Rosa threatened. She sensed that Ingrid was losing control, and it was time to push her into a confession. They did get her to admit that she had the jewels still, so now it was a matter of pushing her further. “The only way you do not know the combination is that someone else knows it. So, how about this? Tell us who DOES know the combination.” she requested.
Ingrid felt the breath leave her body when she heard that question. She realized answering that question was going to give her one of two options. Either she divulges who knew the combination, which was Marge, or she would have to admit it being her. Either one would spell disaster. It would directly implicate Marge or lead to her suffering because they were sure to start tickling her again. Her mind was racing as she tried to think of something. “Um, I don’t know who knows.” she replied.
“Ingrid, you know that doesn’t make any sense. Because if no one knew the combination to the safe, you would have to be a total idiot to put the jewels you stole in there. How would you get them out? You are not talking to idiots, dear. I think you are trying to protect someone. It is someone you work with, or it is you. Either way, we are going to find out. I guess you like having us touch your feet.” Darby told her. She knew Ingrid was hiding the identity of someone. She wanted to know if other dancers knew about her thieving activities. She looked at the tiny foot once again and knew it was almost time to unleash her great tickling method. “Now, here is what is about to happen. My new friend, Rosa, is going to tickle your foot. She will keep tickling it until you feel like confessing. I really suggest you talk because if I have to tickle you, you and your foot is really not going to like what I do….” she threatened.
Ingrid felt a chill in her body when she heard Darby’s threat. It was the way she delivered the threat that made her very nervous and worried. It seemed like she had some kind of torture method that would be horrific. She was aware of the possibility of Darby bluffing but thought about her own torture methods and how proud she was of them. She looked over at Rosa and she had a menacing smile as well. She gulped and now she delt that desperation. “Hey, um, can we talk about this? Aren’t the two of you supposed to be noble and kindhearted? You’re not supposed to torture prisoners! It…..It is WRONG!” she yelled.
“Mmmm….maybe it is. But you forced our hand. You see, we both know you have information. Information we have been searching for quite some time. You could simply tell us, and you never experience the torture we have planned. So, be a good girl. Tell us the combination AND tell me what you know about La Diabla!” Rosa demanded. She was looking forward to tickling that helpless foot again. She was curious what Darby had in mind. It appeared that she had some kind of idea how to push Ingrid over the edge. If it looked like fun, she would learn it and use it against La Diabla.
Ingrid started to get really frightened and she felt her body tensing up. They were going to torture her again and she was already feeling tired. She looked at both Becky and Kylie who were grinning at her. They were enjoying her plight, and she knew what she had to do. She felt a little emotional because she was about to suffer. She could not rat out Marge, so that meant her feet were doomed. “I don’t know anything…” she said in a soft voice and closed her eyes.
“Awww…that’s too bad. Well, I guess it is time for me to go to work!” Rosa said. She then gripped the top of that right foot with her left hand and stuck out her index finger. She didn’t have long nails, but they were long enough to cause ticklish damage. She placed the tip of her nail right at the base of the toes and slowly dragged her finger from that spot, across the fleshy ball of the foot, into that low arch and off the heel. She felt the foot immediately tense up and she heard that explosive laughter once again. “Tickles?” she asked with a sarcastic smile.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOUR NAILS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOUR NAILS TICKLE!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt that finger moving down the length of her foot. The nail pressed into her tender flesh, and it sent very intense tickling sensations throughout her body. The fingers were bad enough. But the nails were so much worse. This was something that didn’t happen to her victims. Her nails were trimmed to avoid giving the appearance that this was a female thief. That hardened nail scraping down her foot was too much for her and she looked over at Becky. She felt the desperation already and when that nail slowly stoked down her foot again, she lost it. “HAHAHAHAHAHA HELP ME BECKY!!! HELP ME!!!!” she screamed.
Becky heard that intense laughter and it was stunning. She knew poor Ingrid had to be suffering. She knew exactly how that felt, and it was surreal to keep witnessing this torture. Her own feet empathized with the small woman, and she wondered if she would break. That got her mind racing because she wanted to see Ingrid break, just like she was broken by that same woman. She saw the thief making direct eye contact with her and she saw the fear in them. Then she heard that desperate plea for help. She didn’t know how to feel. Normally when someone called for help, she would want to help them. But with this woman receiving what she deserved, she wanted to see her suffer as well. “Help ya? Hehehe Now why would I do that? Remember when ya made me suffer? Ya tickled muh feet and you embarrassed me in front of Donna Prescott. Did ya help me then?” she asked, and feeling some emotion with her words.
Darby listened to Becky talking to Ingrid and she could feel her emotions. She knew her apprentice was probably trying to reconcile her emotions at the moment. She was hesitant to tickle the knees earlier and now she was witnessing all of them torturing a prisoner. She had a feeling that Becky was getting used to the idea of tickling her enemies. It was something she had to get used to as well. When she tickled Priscilla, that was the first time she tickled an enemy, and it felt good. It made her realize that she could do something like that and be ok with it. When she tickled Gloria Wellington sexually, that was her moment that she knew she could dish out the same torture that she received. She hoped Becky would start to feel the same. Because once she did, it would help her become an even better deputy.
Ingrid heard Becky’s response, and she knew she was doomed. It appeared that Becky was enjoying watching her suffer and if she was telling the truth to herself, she didn’t blame her. She put Becky through a lot, and she was getting revenge. The fact that Becky was ok with her suffering made her feel alone. Kylie already threatened to torture her even worse and both Darby and Rosa were currently tickling her. The apprentice was her final hope and now she knew she was done for. That nail lingered in her arch, and she started to laugh harder. She was starting to go into silent laughter. That was a bad sign because it meant her body was surrendering. She felt her eyes getting wet with tears of laughter and her body stopped flinching. She tried to beg for mercy, but no words came out.
Rosa was enjoying herself as she stared at her nail scraping along the bottom of the foot. She loved the way her nail pressed into that soft flesh and causing so much tickle damage. She was truly enjoying ticking a foot and definitely knew she wanted to do this to La Diabla. It was the perfect revenge. Using Ingrid’s foot as a training tool was perfect for her. She heard the laughter dying down and now her victim was going into silent laughter. She knew what that meant. It meant that Ingrid hit another level of ticklish suffering and would probably break soon. She knew what that felt like. When La Diabla and her partner tickled her, she also fell into silent laughter, and she was a broken mess after it. Her body gave up on her and she surrendered her being. She looked over at Ingrid’s face and could see how red it was. She chuckled to herself and stopped her fingernail attack. She did a quick zip of the nail up the foot one last time and then stopped completely. “Ingrid…….Oh, Ingrid……look at me amiga. Look up here.” she requested.
Ingrid felt that nail stop tickling her foot, and she felt a huge wave of relief wash over her. Her voice started to return, and she was desperate to get more air into her lungs. She was so exhausted at this point and every nerve on her body was on fire. She felt something trickling down her face and it was either sweat or tears. Her lungs were on fire, and she wanted to take in as much air as possible. She closed her eyes and just tried to focus on recovering. She felt her mind racing, wondering what she could do next. She then opened her eyes when she heard Rosa’s voice. She looked over towards her right foot and saw Rosa’s smiling face. She hated that face but at this moment, she did not want to be tickled anymore. “What? Leave me alone…..no more tickling. No more tickling.” she wheezed.
“Tell me the combination or start telling me about La Diabla. This is your last chance. Tell us, or the suffering will continue.” Rosa asked. She really wanted to keep pushing this woman and could tell she was on the edge. It was now just a matter of time before she broke and told them everything. She got excited because she was finally going to learn where the outlaw was and could finally put an end to her.
Ingrid rolled her head side to side as she continued to recover. That nail tickling her foot was utterly devastating. It was more than she could take, and she knew she was hanging on by a string. Another round and she may never recover. Now the emotional toll started. Sylvia broke her and now these women were about to. It was amazing that it happened to her twice. She was going to be broken by the same method she used to break other women. It also meant the end of her criminal career because this was law enforcement capturing her, not an assassin from Europe. She tried to hold back her emotions, but she knew she had to. Her ego was still there, and she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of breaking her. “I don’t….know. I don’t…..know La Diabla and I don’t…… know any combination. Why do you keep asking me?” she panted.
“Wrong answer. I figured you were tired of having your feet tickled, but I guess not. Well, I gave it a good shot. Hey Darby, I think you have to make her wish she was never born. She is not going to talk to us. She is too strong for us. Hehehe” Rosa giggled. She knew Ingrid was done for and it was time to finish her off. Now she wanted to see what Darby had in mind.
“Hmmmm…. Too strong huh? Well Ingrid, I tried to warn ya. I told you that you were going to truly suffer if I had to tickle you. You really should have told Rosa the truth. I think it is time you truly know what suffering is.” Darby threatened. She felt a jolt of excitement because it was time to use the method she learned from Gertrude. That woman was a master of foot tickling, and she learned that toe torture technique. She cracked her knuckles and wiggled her fingers to get them ready. She looked at that helpless left foot and those cute pebble-like toes. She then placed her fingers in her right hand between those tiny toes and once she got a good grip, she squeezed her fingers together. “Talk…..” she said in a cold voice.
Ingrid felt something between the toes of her left foot and when she felt that squeezing, the most intense ticklish sensation she had ever felt in her entire life tore through her soul. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head and her body tensed up. She looked at her left foot in horror and saw those fingers between her toes and she just could not believe that feeling she had. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL???? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” she screamed.
Darby continued to squeeze her fingers between the toes, and she loved that reaction. She saw that terrified look on Ingrid’s face and she couldn’t help but feel very confident. If Ingrid didn’t start talking after this method, then perhaps she was telling the truth. Even someone like Helga and the great fighter Thalia suffered under this method. She knew how effective it was, and she even used it on La Diabla when they were having a tickle fight. No one was able to withstand this, and Ingrid was not going to be the first. “Start talking……” she simply said.
Ingrid went into silent laughter as those fingers between her toes truly devastated her. She had no idea she could be this ticklish. Sylvia tortured her really well, and that fingernail tickling by Rosa was cruel. However, this was just another level of tickle torture. Her body started to spasm, and she could barely think straight. She found herself not breathing because she was in pure ticklish agony and she rocked her head side to side, doing anything she could to fight the overwhelming sensations. She felt another squeeze on her toes, and she lost it. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her body capitulated and she couldn’t stand it anymore. She desperately tried to scream that she would talk but she was in silent laughter so she could not make out any words. That frightened her even more because it meant the toe squeezing would continue. Tears formed in her eyes, and she was at a desperate stage at the moment. She desperately wanted to talk to stop this horrific tickle torture.
Becky looked at Ingrid’s face in that twisted ticklish agony and felt good inside. She kept thinking about her own torture and how much Ingrid destroyed her. She felt helpless then and remembered how Ingrid exposed her most private area. It was so humiliating and right after, Donna admitted where the jewels were. It was the worst moment of her job, even with other humiliating things, and she could still get fired. She saw how red Ingrid’s face was and knew Darby’s toe squeezes were brutal. Gertrude tried that on her toes, and she absolutely lost it. Anyone who experienced that toe squeeze from Gertrude would submit immediately. She noticed that Ingrid was trying to say something, but she couldn’t because she was in silent laughter mode. She wondered what she wanted to say and turned towards her mentor. “Hey Darby, I think she is tryin’ to say somethin’.” she told her.
Darby gave one more squeeze to drive home the torture, then stopped her squeezes. She left her fingers between the toes to start squeezing again if Ingrid said something she didn’t want to hear. She felt a little nervous because this could be the moment when Ingrid finally broke. “You got something to say?” she asked towards Ingrid.
Ingrid gasped and took in large amounts of air as the toe squeezing finally stopped. She kept giggling and laughing from the residual ticklish feelings. Her body was so very sensitive, and she felt broken. She felt sweat running down her face and now tears were following. That tickling feeling was brutal, and she just could not take it anymore. She started to get emotional because she felt the fingers still between her toes. It meant that her nightmare wasn’t over, and it made her want to cry. Darby broke her and she knew everything was over. She felt desperate and did not want to endure anymore of those squeezes. She took a few moments to gather herself and then she started to whimper. “I’ll talk…..” she said softly.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. I think another squeeze should make you speak up…” Darby said. She felt a rush of adrenaline through her body and in a way, it scared her. She felt that urge to sadistically torture Ingrid. She felt powerful and could make this woman do anything she wanted. The full power of tickle torture was filling her soul, and she had to control it. She took a deep breath and hoped Ingrid would finally confess the combination.
“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Ingrid said louder. She felt tremendous fear through her body when hearing that threat of more toe squeezes. A tear streaked down her face as she knew she was done.
“Ok, so I will ask this once. You don’t give me what I want, and I am going to keep tickling these cute little toes of yours for another hour before I ask again. Ingrid, what is the combination to the safe?” Darby asked. She felt that rush again and, in a way, she wanted to start squeezing those toes again. She shook her head because she felt the sadistic side growing and she had to fight it off. She really hoped Ingrid would talk because she didn’t want to explore this new feeling.
“34…….25…….7.” Ingrid whimpered. She felt shame washing over her as she revealed the combination of the safe that stashed all of her prized jewels. She tortured a lot of women to get those jewels and due to complete irony, she was losing those jewels because she was tickled.
“34, 25, and 7. Hey, can someone write those numbers down?” Darby asked. She felt elated that finally Ingrid surrendered and confessed. Now she could finally close this case of the Tickling Thief. She could arrest her and recover all the stolen jewels. She thought about how happy the victims were going to be once their stolen valuables were returned. Most of the victims had jewelry that had emotional significance to them. She felt really good about that and wanted to use this feeling to cover up for that dark feeling she just had for the first time in her life.
“I got them! Wow. You truly broke her. That was amazing Darby. Hehehe” Kylie giggled. She felt excited that Ingrid broke and the thief was done for. She loved those toe squeezes that Darby did and wanted to learn it as well. She giggled to herself thinking they should all have a tickle torture discussion and discuss techniques. The way some of these criminals behaved, those skills might come in handy one day.
Rosa was really excited to see Ingrid break and give up the combination. The thief was in a broken state, and she figured that she was ripe for confessions. She looked at Ingrid’s sweaty and tear-stained face and knew she was done. “Hey Ingrid, I bet you noticed that Darby’s fingers haven’t left your toes. So, one more question. Did you see La Diabla?” she asked.
Darby heard that question and felt really nervous. She was in a bind. She really did not want to know if her lover was involved in major crimes again. She wanted to pull her fingers out of the toes, but if she did, Rosa might get upset and might suspect her of not wanting to find La Diabla. That would raise suspicion, and she just could not reveal that she not only knew the outlaw but was around her. “Um….let’s see what she says.” she added nervously.
Ingrid felt a chill wash over her because she thought her torture was finally over. She didn’t want to be tickled anymore and now she heard that question about La Diabla. Her heart sank because she couldn’t mention that she did. It would only lead to more questions and then her entire dancing crew would be at risk for a serious crime. At least with her thievery, she could somehow say it was just her involved and no one else. Not even Marge knew of her crimes she could lie. She started to feel that sadness because she was going to suffer again. “No…..no…..” she cried as more of a reflex to being tickled rather than answering the question.
Rosa had a look of disappointment when she heard that response. Ingrid was at her most vulnerable right now and if she still denied seeing the outlaw, then it was probably the truth. That woman was completely broken at this moment, so she had no reason to lie. “Dammit!” she said to herself.
Darby felt a sense of relief hearing Ingrid denying seeing the outlaw. She was afraid for the truth, and she hoped that no one saw La Diabla at all. She pulled her fingers out of the toe crevices and then stood up. She felt really good that they finally took down Ingrid, the Tickling Thief. Women in Plotsville were going to be sleeping easily now that this deranged woman was finally caught. She looked at the others in the room and felt such great pride. They were a great team, and they worked together to end this threat. “We did it. We finally captured the Tickling Thief. I am proud of all of you.” she told them.
Becky felt emotional at the moment. It was true. They had finally captured the Tickling Thief. This woman who was starting to cry caused so much havoc in the town. It made her think about her own trauma and how she could finally move past it. The fact that they were going to recover the stolen jewelry was even better. She really wanted to return that ruby to Mr. Prescott so that she could be done with that family. She thought about how she was embarrassed and destroyed by Ingrid. She walked over to Darby and hugged her. “Thank ya. Thank ya so much….” she whispered and felt very emotional.
Darby knew why she was getting this hug, and she hugged her back tighter. It was always a great feeling when you would overcome your nightmares. She remembered how she felt when she captured Gloria Wellington, Priscilla Montenegro, Helga and Thalia. Those four women put her through complete tickle hell, and they each had broken her in humiliating fashion. She knew what this moment meant to her apprentice, and she really hoped it would return her confidence back. “You helped me, Becky. Thank yourself. You did good muh apprentice.” she told her.
Kylie witnessed the hug, and she adored seeing Becky being emotional. Just knowing that Ingrid had really tortured her made her feel bad. She looked down at Ingrid and she was a mess. She was now crying a lot more and she felt happiness. She wanted this woman to suffer even more. She thought that Ingrid knew about Phoebe and hoped that the truth would come out. “So, what do we do with her now?” she asked.
Darby released her hug from Becky and looked down at Ingrid. She could see those tiny feet looking so helpless and vulnerable. She could see how exhausted she looked and knew she was done. It was getting later in the night and she wondered if she should take her down to the station and throw her in jail. One of the deputies was on guard duty and she could stash her there. She also started to think about what the next step after that would be. She still had to raid the burlesque showroom and that would take a lot of work. She looked over at Rosa and sighed. “Hmmmm….should we take her down to the station? We still have to get inside the showroom and get that jewelry. We can also look for evidence of other crimes as well. We have to find out what else is going on inside that place.” she asked.
Rosa felt happy for all of these women in this room. She enjoyed working with them and solving such a major case. She still had her own mission, but wanted to help Darby finish up. She thought about the time of night, and what they had to do. She then thought of an idea and hoped everyone else would follow along. “Hey, Ingrid is going nowhere. She is a broken, tired mess. It is dark outside and there is still so much to do. We all had a long day. How about we just keep her here for the night, and we all can rest? I think we deserve a good night’s rest. We can have some dinner and just unwind. There is a lot of work to do, and we can do it tomorrow.” she told them.
“Hmmm…. I like that idea. I am a bit tired. Tickling can be tiring work. Hehehe” Darby quipped. She was feeling tired after a long day, and capturing Ingrid and forcing her to talk made her tired. It would be strange to have a prisoner in her home, but with three other women, she would be protected, and Ingrid wasn’t going anywhere. “Ok, let’s get her situated and then we can enjoy the rest of the evening. We got a lot of work to do tomorrow, and I can’t wait.” she told them with a smile.
AT THE FACILITY
Rita sat in her chair and listened to the other women having a good time. They had just finished tormenting another woman. The woman was brought in to be broken and turned into a sex slave. She witnessed Sylvia working her over and it was impressive. That woman knew how to find all the weak spots and the poor woman had no mercy. She felt for the woman who was reduced to sobbing cries after it was all over. She saw Pilar helping out with tickling the feet of the victim. They all seemed to enjoy themselves. For her, it was nerve wracking because she felt for the woman. Her laughter was hysterical, and it felt like she truly suffered. She also couldn’t help but look at Marge. She saw her boss laughing and having a good time. Earlier in the day, Marge had punished her. She was tortured for having a relationship with Becky. It was still a very embarrassing thing for her, and she was still affected by it all. Rita knew she angered Marge, but it was still surprising that her boss would treat her so cruelly. She still felt emotional over it and hoped it would pass.
“Hey Pilar, you did a fantastic job with her feet. The poor thing suffered a lot. Hehehe I love it when they scream like that.” Marge said, then raised her wine glass in a salute. She loved watching the new woman get broken. After breaking Donna, it was fun watching another woman get destroyed. She felt powerful at the moment and being a part of this operation made her feel even more so. She knew that she was going to get paid a lot of money for this and it really motivated her. She was also getting used to Sylvia. Even though the assassin tortured Ingrid, it turned out to be a good thing. Even Ingrid started to like her and that made all the difference to her. She also liked chatting with Pilar and Maria. They seemed very attuned to what was happening and enjoying everything as well.
“Thank you! It was fun! Her feet were SENSITIVE!!! She was losing her mind. I love a woman with ticklish feet. There is just something musical about their hysterical laughter. I can’t wait to play with the next. I do want to compliment Sylvia. The way you tortured her body and made her cum was something to behold. You made her squirt! Hahahaha That was great!” Pilar responded as she felt the love in the room. What she enjoyed was that they were forming a good team. If this operation was going to be successful and lucrative, they all had to make sure they had good teamwork. She saw the smile on Maria’s face, then looked over at La Diabla. She sat in the corner and looked very moody. She knew the outlaw hated being here, but it was even better that she was forced. It was great that she had control over her and would let her continue to brood.
“hehehe yes, it was fun watching her squirt like a fountain. I can guarantee that no one ever made her squirt like that before. Poor thing. The best orgasm of her life sent her into sex slavery. We will have to make sure we tell prospective buyers that she is a squirter.” Syliva grinned. She truly enjoyed breaking this most recent victim. She loved how she tormented her entire body. She even got to play with the feet but let Pilar finish with them. Her mind was focused on the pussy of the woman. The way she shaved her clean and the way she tickled and teased that pussy was something she would think about when she went to sleep this night. She also thought about the next day’s assignment. In the morning, she was going to take La Diabla and go scout the train cars. She wanted to see which ones were cargo ones. That way, she could kidnap Darby and hide her in there. She also wanted to see how many people would be on the cargo train. It was going to be tricky, but if everything went according to plan, she would capture Darby and bring her back to Mexico, so she could prepare for her to be broken and sent to Greece. This mission had been very successful so far and she knew the end of her participation was near.
Rita sighed as the women continued their banter. She still felt nervous and hoped that Marge would be in a great mood. She seemed ok after punishing her, but she still felt nervous around her. She also thought about what she said. Marge told her that Becky might be on the sex slave target list. She really hoped that wasn’t true because it would truly break her heart. She really had feelings for the apprentice and hoped that she would not become a sex slave. She then saw everyone standing up and it appeared they were all leaving. She stood up and got next to Marge.
“Sylvia, great job as always. I am about to head back to my hotel room now. I am glad we got to see another woman broken tonight. I think we will try to get another tomorrow. I look forward to the auction.” Marge told Sylvia. She shook her hand and had a huge smile. She looked forward to the auction so that she would get her share of the money. She also hoped Ingrid brought back some valuable jewels as well.
“It was a pleasure, Marge. I will be turning in soon myself. I have a busy day tomorrow too. I hope your ladies find another delicious victim. I will have Pilar and Maria break her, so we can all share this entertainment. Hehehe” Sylvia responded. She was getting tired and felt the need to relax for the rest of the night.
“Have sweet dreams, and we will talk tomorrow.” Marge said, then turned towards Rita. It was time for them to head back to their hotel rooms and retire for the night. It was going to be another busy day in the showroom, and they had to scout for another sex slave as well. She looked at Rita’s face and could tell she was feeling submissive. She punished her earlier in the day and even though it was an emotional moment, she felt happy she did it. She wanted nothing to go wrong with this operation and would be willing to do anything to keep it that way. “Ready to go?” she asked.
“Yes, I am ready. I am feeling very tired, and I just want to sleep.” Rita answered in a quiet voice. She lowered her head and was ready to leave.
Marge sensed that her favorite dancer was emotionally spent, and it made her pause. She had to do what she had to do and hoped that their own relationship could move forward. “Ok, let’s go. In the morning, we can head to the showroom and discuss our next steps with Becky Lockhart. It is important that we do so. I hope you learned your lesson.” she told her.
Rita felt her emotions rolling when she heard Becky’s name again. It appeared that Marge still had Becky on her mind, and she prayed she would have mercy on her. She knew she would not be able to watch Becky suffering like the women who were brought here. It would crush her soul to see Becky become a sex slave and sold off to some evil man looking to control another woman. She started to walk out of the room and headed towards the carriage. “Marge, please don’t do anything to Becky. She doesn’t deserve anything. Punish me if you have to.” she told her once they were inside the carriage.
“I already punished you. As for Becky, we shall see how I feel in the morning. You need to stop caring for that moron or you are going to get your heart broken.” Marge told her as the carriage took off. She felt angry again but wanted to get a good night’s sleep and see how she felt in the morning. Depending on her mood, Becky fate was going to be decided.
UP NEXT: The ladies have a little fun, and Rita makes a bold decision
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? I will admit, I absolutely love Ingrid. She was a LOT of fun to write about. Just to give a "behind the scenes" look at my creative process, when I invent the characters, I have a basic idea of what they will be like. I design what actions they will do, the scenes I want them in, and who they will interact with. However, it is during the writing of those scenes where their personalities just come out. I have a general idea, but they really come vivid for me during the writing. It is as though these women are "real" and I watch them and see how they are. They tell me who they are by their words and actions. It is crazy sometimes. haha Ingrid came out way better than I originally designed, and I hope you enjoyed her. There is still a lot to go in this series, and I thank you for following along. As always, your comments are most welcomed and encouraged!
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PART 13
Darby walked out of the house, and she felt proud. They had caught the infamous thief and that could lead to solving a lot of things. Now it was time to interrogate Ingrid and get more valuable information. She held onto Ingrid and slowly walked her down the walkway. The legs were tied, so she couldn’t make full strides. She looked around and just realized the Sheriff’s station was very far away. It would take a while to get Ingrid into a cell. “Darn it, we got a long way to go to the station. Maybe we can use a carriage or wagon.” she said to her group.
“It is already evening. We probably won’t find one so easily. I guess we can carry her. She looks as light as a feather. Hehe” Becky joked. She knew the station was quite some distance and with Ingrid tied up, it would take a while to get her there.
“I hate you. Oh, speaking of feathers, remember when I tormented you? Perhaps I should do it again. You were begging me for mercy!” Ingrid growled towards Becky. She still wanted to remain defiant and show these women that she was not going easy. If they were going to take her to jail, they would have to work for it. She tried to plant her feet on the ground and just wanted to struggle.
“I have a better idea. How about we take her to your house? That way we are not walking forever, and it is a perfect place to torture, I mean, ask some great questions for her to answer. Hehehe” Kylie suggested. She wanted to find out more if this thief knew anything about what happened to Phoebe. She figured that if they tortured her outside of the station, it would be beneficial. She did not want Darby or Becky to get into trouble, but if they played with her inside a home, no one would know the better.
“Take her to muh house? Hmmmm….” Darby mused when she heard the suggestion. Her home was two houses away, so they wouldn’t have to take Ingrid far. It would also be a good set up place to interrogate Ingrid without showing other deputies a torture method that she knew was embarrassing. It would be a little unorthodox, but it would be effective as well. She figured time was of the essence and right now Ingrid was most vulnerable. “Ok, let’s do it.” she told the group.
Rosa smiled and then reached down and grabbed Ingrid’s ankles, and when Darby held the upperbody, she yanked the ankles from the ground and held them. They were going to carry this woman to Darby’s house and begin their interrogation. “Ok, let’s go!” she said with some excitement in her voice.
“What the hell? What are you doing to me? Where are you taking me? You evil bit---” Ingrid tried to yell when suddenly she felt a hand clamped over her mouth. She looked over and saw that it was Becky! She was stunned that this was happening, and she felt herself being carried away. She relied on the deputies being noble and wouldn’t harm her, but they seemed to be throwing that out the window and planning to do things to her. She started to struggle and knew she had to find a way to escape.
Becky felt the warm breath blowing into her hand as Ingrid continued to scream into it. She was surprised they were taking her to Darby’s house, but after everything that had happened to so many women, and especially to her, she knew they had to resort to methods to get results. She knew she had to keep Ingrid quiet, or the entire neighborhood would see what was happening. She watched as they made it to Darby’s house. She then took over and held Ingrid’s body, and Kylie placed her hand over the mouth while Darby got her door opened. Once it was opened, they all carried the small woman inside. She looked around the home and Darby turned on her lanterns and the room was illuminated. Finally, they were inside, and it was time to make Ingrid talk. “Ok, we are here. Now, we can finally make her talk!” she smiled.
Ingrid looked around her surroundings and knew she was in trouble. These women took her to a home instead of jail. That meant they planned to do things to her the Sheriff probably wouldn’t like. She felt nervous and she was still cuffed, and her ankles were tied. She found herself seated in a chair and more rope was being wrapped around her midsection. They were tying her on the chair! “Why did you bring me here? What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
Darby felt a little guilty that they brought Ingrid here, but she knew it was their best chance to get her to talk. She wanted to know where those jewels were hidden and would also ask her about what the burlesque show knew about everything. She still had questions about missing people, La Diabla, and of course the jewels. It also appeared that she might know something about Phoebe. She had a feeling that Ingrid knew a lot and they had to find out more information. She knew what method they were going to use and how effective it was. She looked at the thief in her home and smiled. “Well, I hope you are comfortable.” she smiled.
Ingrid felt really nervous, and she looked at the faces of the four women. Darby was smiling at her, as well as Rosa. She saw Kylie looking at her with a determined look and when she saw Becky, she saw someone that appeared to be relieved. She then looked at the floor and hoped they didn’t do her any harm. “I can’t believe you brought me here. Look, let me go and I will leave town. You win, ok? I won’t break into any more homes and you will never see me again.” she offered.
“Are you kidding me? There is no way I am letting you go. You TERRORIZED the women of this town. All the women were scared because of you. You broke into their homes, just like tonight, tied them up and tickled them until they gave you, their jewelry. I know you attack muh apprentice. Muh other friend was attacked, and you caused so much trouble. Now, I have you. I want to send you to jail, and you will be going. However, I need to know where the jewelry is. If you tell me where it is, perhaps we can get you a lighter sentence.” Darby told her. She thought about all the women that suffered under this woman. She thought about her friend Mia who was attacked. She thought about poor Millie, the schoolteacher, who was traumatized. She especially thought about Becky and the nightmare she put her through. She even thought about Donna Prescott, who was still a victim to this woman. That made her resolve grow and she was determined to fix everything this woman took away.
“I ain’t got no jewels! You are wasting your time! Plus, I didn’t do anything wrong. I just had a little fun with the women in town. They are all so miserable and I cheered them up!” Ingrid smiled sarcastically. She still had a feeling that these women were simply threatening her and would not actually do something to her. They were not like her, or even the assassin, Sylvia. She figured they would threaten her and when it didn’t work, simply send her to jail. She knew she could not implicate her fellow dancers and especially could not reveal the sex trafficking ring.
“What? Ya didn’t do anything wrong? Ya did a lot wrong! Ya made so many women miserable and ashamed! Ya made me ashamed because I failed in muh duties to protect Donna Prescott! Ya humiliated me in front of her and stole the diamond. Ya deserve whatever is coming to ya!” Becky yelled. She felt her own emotion growing thinking about what this tiny dancer did to her life. It was that failure that made her sad and doubted her abilities. She shook her head and tried to prevent all of her emotions from coming out. Capturing Ingrid was a big deal for her, and she wanted her misery to end.
“Hehehe it was fun tormenting you. You are so sensitive, Becky Lockhart! Hehehe I found some really good spots on you and loved that squealing laughter of yours. Say, why don’t you take off your boots and your clothes and let me finish the job?” Ingrid said with a sneer. She wanted to intimidate Becky again and make her sad. She still felt defiant, and she looked around the room. She wanted to put on a brave front and show she was not afraid, although she definitely was. “In fact, how about I attack each of you and show you what I did to Becky.” she yelled.
Darby heard that threat and she balled her fists. She didn’t like the fact that Ingrid was so defiant. She started to feel that surge of adrenaline in her body and now she could inflict the same torture that this same woman inflicted on so many others. It would also work effectively and leave no marks. She knew Ingrid would not tell anyone else she was tickled. She took a deep breath and knew she had to get the information she wanted. “Ok, Ingrid. It is time you started talking. You will tell me where those jewels are.” she demanded.
“Hahaha don’t make me laugh! You are not going to do anything; I already told you that I don’t know where they are. Besides, how do you know I actually stolen any jewelry? In fact, I don’t know anything. I am a copycat burglar. That’s it. Hahahaha I was just playing with that woman tonight. I saw her feet earlier and wanted to tickle them.” Ingrid said. She knew no one would believe her, but if she went in front of a judge, she could simply tell them she was not the real thief, but someone that copycatted them. She started to feel smug. Plus, she knew that since she was in Darby’s home and not in jail, she could simply deny everything, and Darby probably wouldn’t tell a judge that she tortured her inside her own house.
Kylie heard the entire conversation, and she was getting frustrated. She could hear that mocking tone from Ingrid and had a feeling she would continue to bait them into doing something. She started to have that suspicion that Ingrid knew something about Phoebe and had to get some information from her. She then walked up to Ingrid and started to press her fingertips into the helpless ribs. The arms were still cuffed behind the back and the rope around the midsection held her in place. She was completely vulnerable, and she wanted to take advantage. She was also a civilian, so she figured she could torture Ingrid without any trouble. “Start talking, you bitch!” she yelled, then started to press and rub her fingers into the ribs.
“WHAT THE? HEY!!!! HAHAHAHAHA WHAT DO YOU HAHAHAH THINK YOU’RE DOING?!!” Ingrid yelled as she felt the fingers pressing into her ribs. She did not expect that at all and now she was laughing uncontrollably as the ticklish sensations ripped through her body.
Darby was stunned as she saw Kylie tickling Ingrid’s ribs. That came out of nowhere and she was amused. She was about to tickle Ingrid, but with Kylie attacking her, she wanted to see what happened before she intervened. “Kylie? You want to tickle her?” she asked.
“Yes! This tiny bitch is bothering me, and we don’t have time to waste! Now, Ingrid, you will suffer! Tell me! Tell me!!” Kylie yelled as her fingers continued to press into the ribs. She started to think about Phoebe and wondered if this woman knew anything about the attack. She had to find out. Phoebe was utterly humiliated and had no memory of her attack. She wanted someone to pay, and this woman could be the one. “What did you do to Phoebe?! Huh? Why did you attack her?!” she screamed.
Darby was shocked when she heard Kylie’s questions to Ingrid. It appeared that Kylie must have thought Phoebe was attacked by Ingrid. It was plausible since Ingrid attacked women, but that was far away from town and this thief attacked women of Plotsville. She understood why Kylie wanted to find out what happened to Phoebe, and so did she. She just didn’t think Ingrid had anything to do with it.
“WHAT? HAHAHAHAHAHA I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt those fingers on her ribs. The way Kylie was tickling her, she knew she was dealing with someone that knew how to tickle. She heard the question, and her own mind remembered what happened to Phoebe. She and Sylvia really wore her out and tickle destroyed her. She didn’t want to admit that because it would only add to her crimes. She looked over at Darby and prayed she would stop this tickling attack. “HAHAHAHA WHY ARE YOU ALLOWING THIS? HAHAHAHA GET HER OFF OF ME!” she demanded.
Darby listened to the screaming laughter, and she wanted to laugh. It was ironic that that “Tickling Thief” was ticklish herself. Now that she knew she was ticklish, she could use it to her advantage. She remembered Kylie talking about the way she tickled the Greek woman, Peta, and now she could see for herself. She winked at Ingrid and smiled. “I will stop her. After you tell me where the jewels are…..” she smiled.
Ingrid looked at Darby incredulously after hearing what she said. She was stunned that the deputy was going to allow someone to torture her. She felt those fingers in her ribs, and she couldn’t believe she was being tickled for information. She looked at Kylie and saw that grin on her face. She looked back at Darby and saw her smiling. That got her in disbelief, and she knew she had to do something. “HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU CAN’T DO THIS HAHAHAHAH TO MEEEEEEEE!!! GO AWAY!!! HAHAHAHAHA LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” she squealed.
“What’s the matter Ingrid? Can’t take your own medicine? I want you to think about what you did to all those women you attacked. You tied them up and what did you do? That’s right, you tickled them. You tortured them. They were begging you for mercy and did you give any?” Darby taunted. She was starting to feel excited watching Ingrid get tickled. She knew how effective a method this was and was going to push it as far as she could. After being tickle tortured so many times in her own life, it was time someone else suffered a bit. She knew she wouldn’t go as far as they did to their bodies like hers was subjected to, but she wanted to make sure Ingrid started to talk.
Rosa watched Kylie tickling Ingrid and she chuckled to herself. It was very amusing to see this thief go crazy from being tickled. It also reminded her of her own torture at the hands of La Diabla. She knew how torturous this could be and guessed it wouldn’t take long for Ingrid to start talking. She liked how Kylie was asking questions about Phoebe, and she started to think that she could take a turn and perhaps ask about La Diabla. The thief seemed to indicate she might know some women from Mexico, so she had to explore that line of thought. “Hehehe for someone that tiny, she sure is ticklish.” she giggled.
“I know! Well, I will let Kylie have some fun. Ingrid, if you want her to stop, then I suggest you start answering some questions. If you don’t, well……I guess you will be laughing for a while.” Darby grinned. She then stood away from Ingrid and right next to Rosa and Becky. She wanted to observe the tickling and make Ingrid desperate. It was still strange that she had a prisoner in her own home and a tickling interrogation was happening.
Kylie heard what Darby said, and she smiled. She had a license to torture Ingrid, and she planned to do so. It would give her a chance to show off her tickling skills in front of everyone. Ingrid was a small woman and very skinny, so her fingers easily pressed into the ribcage She didn’t press too hard because she didn’t want to cause pain, but enough to make this thief laugh uncontrollably. She could feel the body squirming and she loved that look of ticklish agony etched on her face. She also wanted to get it out of Ingrid that she did attack Phoebe, and she was going to pay. “So ticklish here. Hmmmm….I bet you want me to stop, but I won’t. You deserve to suffer. Especially after what you did to Phoebe.” she told her in a cold voice.
Ingrid continued to laugh and squirm as her ribs were tickled. She really felt terrible that she was caught and now these vengeful women wanted to tickle her. She tried to kick her legs, but the ankles were bound, and it made it more difficult. She closed her eyes for a moment and laughed hard when the lower part of her ribs was probed, which was a very sensitive spot. She started to have flashbacks when Sylvia caught her and tormented her. That woman was ruthless, and she was broken that day. It was still hard to believe she was caught again, and they were tickling her. She heard Kylie talking about Phoebe again and in her mind, she thought about her role in that attack. How she went after those tender feet. How she really enjoyed watching the pussy hairs get shaved. She looked over at Becky and saw her smiling at her. That really angered her because she was enjoying her suffering. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T JUST STAND THERE YOU MORON!!! HAHAHAHAHA MAKE THEM STOP!!” she yelled.
Becky gasped as she saw Ingrid looking right at her and insulting her. She started to feel a bit angry because this tiny woman did expose her body and humiliated her in front of Donna. She looked at Darby and then back at Ingrid. “Ya don’t have to call me a moron. That was very mean. I hope she keeps ticklin’ ya!” she told her and smiled.
“Did you call my friend a moron? Oh, you are REALLY going to get it now!” Kylie threatened as she moved her fingers up and down the ribs. She loved how exposed they were, and she could attack them. She loved the responses she was getting and wanted to keep pushing her into tickle hell. She then paused her tickling for a moment. She wanted to get through these loose clothes and started touching some skin. She saw that the shirt buttoned up and it was time to start exposing her. “Oh yeah, I am really going to make you suffer.” she told her.
Ingrid took deep breaths as the tickling finally stopped. Even though she was trying to be defiant, she felt ashamed. These women planned on torturing her and she couldn’t stop them. They had those smirks on their faces, and it truly bothered her that they enjoyed her suffering. She looked at Darby’s face. It had such a large smile on it. She looked over at Rosa and saw that smirk. She looked over at Becky who had a determined look on her face. Her eyes then locked onto Kylie’s face, and she saw vengeance. Then she felt her shirt starting to come unbuttoned and she grew extremely worried. “Hey!! What do you think you’re doing?” she asked with some panic in her voice.
“What do you think I am doing? I want to touch your skin. I got a feeling you have very sensitive skin.” Kylie teased. She kept unbuttoning the shirt and soon, the undershirt was exposed. There were layers to the thief, and she wanted to get under them and torment the skin. She even thought about stripping her naked and playing with her. She loved tickling a woman’s naked body, and she truly wanted to dominate this woman.
“Hey!!! Darby!!! You can’t have her treat a prisoner like this! She is trying to take off my clothes!” Ingrid yelled as she felt her shirt unbuttoned and now her body was becoming more vulnerable.
“Well, since she is not exactly part of law enforcement, she is technically not torturing a prisoner. She is tormenting someone who broke into another woman’s home and attacked her. She is simply defending a neighbor….hehehe” Darby grinned. She was enjoying Kylie having some fun, even though she wanted to get a little revenge as well. They still had to get the jewelry information out of her, and she wanted to punish her a little.
“Are you crazy??? I thought you were noble! Turns out, you are just as evil as everyone else. I wish I broke into this house! I wish I tied YOU up and took off those boots. I can see you have very large feet and from what I hear, they are very, very tender and quite….ticklish.” Ingrid said, then had a sinister smile on her face. She remembered when Marge and the other dancers told her how they drugged Darby and tickled her all over. They all described Darby’s feet as perfect. They went on and on about how pink the skin was and how soft the feet were. They had never felt anything like it before. They talked about how ticklish she was and how she was howling uncontrollably at the lightest touch. She wished she was there to witness it all. She loved hearing about tender feet. The fact that Plotsville’s greatest deputy had tender, ticklish feet was exciting. She wanted to unnerve Darby at the moment and maintain her defiance. She had tickled Becky’s tender feet, and she wished she could get her hands on Darby’s.
Darby was stunned when she heard what Ingrid said about her feet. She felt her feet tingle a little from the ticklish threat. She knew how ticklish her feet were and how so many criminals, and friends, exploited that weakness. She was a little confused, however. She had no idea how Ingrid could have possibly known her feet were a weakness. In order to know that she either had to hear it from someone that she dealt with before, such as Thalia or Priscilla, or from her friends in town. She felt a little nervous that if criminals out there already knew her weakness, they would surely use it against her. “Wait, how did you know about muh feet? I am not admitting anything, but what did you hear about them?” she asked.
“Yeah, I can hear that fear in your voice. I heard they were so soft! Softer than a newborn baby’s behind! Hehehe I heard they are a beautiful pink color and are VERY sensitive. How about you take your boots off now and prove me wrong….” Ingrid said. She wanted to make Darby squirm a little and threatened her feet. She imagined what it would be like to see the bottoms of those feet and how she would tickle them all night long just to have fun.
Darby got closer to Ingrid and put her face into hers. “Who told you what muh feet looked like? I don’t ever remember showing them to anyone you know. So, how did you know?” she asked.
“A little birdie told me. hehehehe Now, let’s see them!” Ingrid requested. She wanted to see for herself the same feet that her fellow dancers saw. Her eyes then popped open as she realized that she opened up the possibility of exposing the normal crimes Marge and the others committed. There was a reason they wanted their victims to have brain fog. It was to prevent them from realizing they were tortured by them. Now, she really felt nervous that she inadvertently gave information that should not have been given.
“Hmmm….a little birdie huh? Well, you are not going to see muh feet. Who told you? Who is this little birdie? You sure seem to know a lot of things.” Darby asked. Now she really wanted to get Ingrid talking. This thief seemed to know a lot of information and she was determined to find out.
Ingrid looked around and everyone was staring at her. She felt her body temperature rising as she kept giving away hints of other crimes. She then closed her lips tight and stared at the ceiling in defiance. “No one. I made it up.” she lied.
“Oh Ingrid, I guess we just have to get you talking. You know, confession is good for the soul…” Darby said, then looked at Kylie. She nodded her head so she could start tickling her.
“Start talking bitch!” Kylie yelled, then plunged her hands towards the exposed ribs. She was tickling through the undershirt and immediately felt Ingrid’s body tensing up. She really loved that reaction and although the thief was trying to be defiant, it didn’t take long at all her for her face to be etched with ticklish agony. She continued to massage her fingers into the ribs and hoped she could get to the skin. The way the arms were cuffed, she wouldn’t be able to take off the shirt completely. She felt the body jerking around and she had to start applying more pressure. It was time to start making this woman confess some things. They had to take every advantage of this opportunity to finally get some answers. It appeared that Ingrid was the key to solving all of the cases Darby had to handle, including finding Phoebe’s attacker.
Ingrid felt how aggressive Kylie was getting with her tickling and she couldn’t help but squirm around. She also realized that Darby was going to allow this to happen and that frightened her a little. She still wanted to be defiant, but the more she was tickled, the weaker she would get. She looked at the smiles on all of their faces and hated that they were going to enjoy tickling her. She shut her eyes for a moment as the fingers probed her ribs and did her best not to scream. However, Kylie found a very ticklish spot between her ribs, and it sent a powerful shockwave of a ticklish sensation throughout her little body. “HAHAHHAAHHAHA HEY!!!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!” she screamed.
Rosa was really amused watching Ingrid squirming around and knew it was just a matter of time before the tiny woman would start talking. She knew how it felt to be tortured like that and no matter how defiant someone could be, if they were really ticklish, eventually they would break. When it happened to her, she felt shameful for quite some time. She always wanted to be strong, but when La Diabla tickled her, she eventually submitted. Just like she did when she was a victim when El Guapo’s gang raided her town and her father was killed. Now, she hoped to use the same method on the notorious outlaw. Seeing Ingrid tied to the chair and laughing her head off made her get some ideas. She thought it would be amazing if she could capture La Diabla, tie her down and then tickle her. To have her screaming in laughter as her fingers probed her body. Rosa wondered where the outlaw was ticklish. She wondered if she would be ticklish in her armpits, or her stomach. She wondered if her ribs and sides would be receptive to her tickling touch. She felt a tingle between her legs as she imagined tickling the bottoms of La Diabla’s feet. Her desire to humiliate her increased and it would be a fitting revenge. She didn’t know if she would tickle her sexually, but it would be a great moment to just tickle her silly and into total submission. She chuckled a little as she heard Ingrid’s increasing laughter. “Awwww…..looks like the Tickling Thief is ticklish herself. How do you like it now?” she taunted.
Ingrid continued to shriek in laughter as she felt her ribs continuing to be tickled. She looked over at Rosa and heard her taunts. That was making her angry because these women were doing to her what she did to her victims. Humiliate them. She wanted to break free of her cuffs, somehow subdue all of them and tie them together. Then she could tickle all of them at the same time. She would tie all their ankles together and look at four pairs of feet for her to play with. She knew what Becky’s feet looked like and she heard about Darby’s big, pink feet, and now she wanted to torment this young blond woman attacking her ribs and that arrogant Mexican Rurale. Then she shrieked a high-pitched squeal when she felt the lower part of her ribs being squeezed again. “EEEEEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA STOP THAT!!! I HATE YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOPPP!!!” she screamed.
Darby giggled when she heard the high-pitched squeal coming from Ingrid. She couldn’t help but enjoy the moment. It was still crazy that after all this time, they finally caught the thief. They had no real solid clues, just that description. She thought about all the victims that suffered under this woman, including her apprentice. To see her finally captured and also realizing the burlesque show was behind it all made her feel good inside. She thought about how they were going to handle the burlesque show business and how shutting it down was going to be a big deal. She still had questions to answer though. She still needed to find the jewels. She wondered if there were more crimes that group of dancers committed. She figured it was time to start asking more questions because she did want to find those jewels. Ingrid was in a very compromising position, and it was time to take advantage of it. She stepped behind Ingrid and could see her desperately trying to get her wrists freed from the cuffs. She lowered herself so that her head was close to Ingrid’s. Not too close because she didn’t want to get head butted, but close enough so she could whisper to her and play with her mind. After the adventures she had the past few years, she really started to learn how to use tickling to her advantage, rather than always being the victim. “Ingrid….Oh Ingrid…” she whispered in a singing type of voice.
Ingrid continued to shriek as her ribs were constantly being probed. The feeling was increasing, and it made her more frustrated. They were not stopping, and she knew by her own tickling style, she would eventually break. That hurt her ego, and she kept thinking about one day getting revenge on all these women. Then she heard Darby’s mocking voice behind her, and she got angry. “HAHAHAHA LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I HATE YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME!!!” she yelled.
“Hehehe you are so cute when you’re mad. Kylie, can you stop for a moment?” Darby asked. She wanted Ingrid to breathe a little so she could interrogate her. She thought about her lover La Diabla and wanted to try and use the tickling psychology to get some answers from this small woman. That was what also amazed her. How someone this small could cause so much terror. Ingrid was a cute woman, but also very devious and dangerous. Now it was time to start making her pay for what she did to so many others. “Now, I am going to ask you some questions Ingrid. I hope you answer them truthfully. Otherwise, you will be laughing again. I mean it. We are not in the station, so I plan to torture you. Just like you tortured your victims. There is no escape. You will be laughing and suffering and we won’t stop until you start talking. I really want to torture you.” she said, thinking she could be just like the outlaw.
Ingrid felt some relief once the rib tickling stopped. It was such an intense feeling, and she tried to get some air in her lungs. She felt her body getting hot and she heard those words from Darby. She just heard that they planned to torture her, which surprised her. Law enforcement was not supposed to torture anyone. She looked at Becky, Rosa and Kylie and they all had these smiles on her faces. She couldn’t see Darby’s face, but knew she probably had a smile on her face too. She had a feeling they were going to keep torturing her and she had to figure out a way to get free. “You miserable bitches! You will NEVER get me to talk! I don’t know anything anyway! I was just pretending to be the thief. The real one is out there somewhere, and I hope she captures you and tickles your naked bodies!” she yelled.
“Hehehe we all know you are the thief. I bet you feel pride in the fact that you terrorized so many others. I bet when you tickled muh apprentice, you were very honored. I don’t like the fact you tormented her. I don’t like the fact that you caused so much grief. Well, if I were you, I would try to make things right. Tell me where the jewels you stole are, and perhaps I will be lenient on ya.” Darby threatened. She wanted to get Ingrid talking. She felt excited knowing that the entire threat of the Tickling Thief was almost over. She then stood up and placed her fingers in the armpit area. The way the arms were cuffed behind Ingrid’s back, there were pockets where she could put her hands and tickle the armpits. Ingrid would not be able to close her arms, so she would be able to get a good tickling in there. It wasn’t going to be the skin, but it would still be effective.
“Hey!!! Get your dirty, grubby paws out of there! This…..This is not……..f-funny…” Ingrid said when she felt those slight ticklish tremors starting to flow through her body. Her armpits were always very sensitive and knowing that she was trapped petrified her. It made her remember when Sylvia tickled her and how she eventually broke. She still did not believe these women would be as ruthless as the assassin, but it would still be a horrible torture anyway.
“Ya sound a little nervous. Something wrong?” Darby teased. She looked at her friends’ faces and winked. It was time to make Ingrid suffer some more. She pressed her fingertips into the pits lightly and felt Ingrid’s body already squirming. “Ooooh!!! Looks like someone is a bit ticklish under her arms. So, want to tell me where those jewels are or do I have to……tickle….it out of you?” she teased.
Ingrid felt those ticklish tremors increasing and she gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tight. She heard Darby teasing her and her emotions were mixed. She had anger, fear and humiliation at the same time and she really wanted revenge on this same woman. “You……bitch…….I swear. Hehehehehee I am going to hehehehe get revenge! I am going to heheheheh tickles!!!! Capture you……hehehehehe tie you up…..and…..and….hehehehe…..take off your boots! Hehehehe then…..heheheheehe stop that!!!! I am going to heehehehehehe tickle those big hehehehe pink feet of yours until you die!!!” she said as she desperately tried to prevent from exploding in laughter.
“Threatening me, huh? Well, I guess I just have to do…….THIS!!!!” Darby shouted then plunged her fingers deep into the armpits. She immediately felt the tiny body tense up and that high pitched squealing laughter returned. She felt a surge of joy through her body as she was tickling this woman. It was an amazing feeling and could feel the power of what she was doing. She wanted to send a very strong message to Ingrid that she was truly going to suffer unless she started to talk. She looked over at Becky and winked.
Becky was still in awe watching how Kylie tickled Ingrid, and now Darby was. She heard that laughter coming from her, and it started to feel nice. It was still strange having to torture someone with tickling, but she understood it. She was the recipient of several tortures and knew just how debilitating it could be. Right now, it was about finding those jewels and returning them to their rightful owner. She thought about her friends in town who were victim to this woman, and they would love to see their valuables returned, as well as watching the woman who tormented them sent to jail. She listened to that laughter, and it felt good inside. She wondered if she could be an effective tickler like Darby was. She watched how she was tickling the armpits and hoped that the thief would start talking. It weas almost therapeutic for her to witness this entire event. To know that her nightmare was almost over felt so good inside. “Hehehe better tell us where those jewels are.” she joked.
Rosa loved what she was seeing. Watching Ingrid twist in turn in her bonds was a lot of fun. She loved the way she was laughing and even though this woman tormented so many others, she loved the look on her cute face. She could only imagine the terror she must have brought to many women in this town. She wasn’t against torture herself as she saw her fellow Rurales use it to interrogate very dangerous men. They didn’t tickle them; they were far more brutal. But tickling Ingrid was a fun way to make her pay for her crimes and to start talking. She did wonder why the tiny thief kept referencing Darby’s feet. It seemed as though she knew the weakness of the famed deputy and that stunned her. It seemed odd that someone of Darby’s stature would have a weakness like that, but it also made sense. She was human and many people had ticklish feet. She heard the description and wondered if that thief ever saw Darby’s barefeet. She was curious as to how pink they were because Ingrid made it a point to describe the color. She heard it a few times already and wondered what they looked like. She laughed to herself as she wondered if she could see them for herself. Her eyes then looked down at Ingrid’s tiny shoes and smiled. “Hehehe is she threatening your feet? Hmmm…makes me wonder what her feet look like.” she said, hoping to unnerve Ingrid.
Ingrid heard the reference to her feet, and she prayed they wouldn’t dare go near them. The armpit tickling was already driving her crazy and she tried her best to fight the feelings. However, the tickling was getting stronger, and it truly surprised her that Darby knew how to tickle someone. She noticed that the way she tickled was that of someone who had some skill. She wondered if somehow this deputy knew how to tickle torture someone. She looked over at Rosa who had a huge smile on her face and was upset that her feet were mentioned. She wanted to remember her face so that if she ever got out of this situation, she would try to hunt her down and tickle her feet without any mercy at all. Then she felt the fingers pressing into her pit and it sent a huge jolt of ticklish energy throughout her body. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! STOP TICKLING ME!!! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!!!” she screamed.
“I think it is. hehehee Poor Ingrid, getting what she deserves.” Darby taunted as she pushed her fingers deeper into the pits. She could feel the arms trying to close, but the way they were cuffed, it allowed her to maintain access to that very sensitive area. She wanted to keep pushing her because she really wanted her to reveal the jewels. Once she did, then she could ask other questions to possibly solve other cases she had. She then decided to press deeper and try to force this woman to submit. “Where are the jewels? I won’t stop until you tell me…..” she taunted.
Ingrid felt the deeper push into her pits, and she lost it. The tickling was very intense, and she was in trouble. She wanted to remain defiant. She wanted to show these women that they could not break her, but down deep she knew the tickling was going to wear her down and she would be desperate. She did this to her victims. Keep tickling them until they are worn out and then take full advantage. She closed her eyes for a moment and just let out laughter. She could hear it echoing off the walls and she felt embarrassed. She heard that question and knew eventually she might have to reveal the location. She hated that feeling. She hated knowing that they were using her greatest weapon against herself. She looked up at the ceiling and gritted her teeth. Then she exploded in laughter as those fingers did not stop tickling.
“Come on, Ingrid. Just tell me. I know this must be pure torture for you. I feel bad for you. Just being tickled with no end in sight. Just tell me….” Darby teased. Her confidence in tickling increased as she started to channel the mind of her lover. La Diabla was very good at tickle interrogation, and she wanted to increase her own skill. She knew the key to breaking a victim was to mess with their mind. It was always done to her whenever she was tortured and now, she had the chance to use that to do good for the people of Plotsville. She wondered if they should take off Ingrid’s clothes. She knew from experience that when clothes are removed, the victim becomes more susceptible to giving up. She would keep that in the back of her mind and considered using it later if Ingrid refused to give up.
“AHAHAHAHAHA GO TO HELL!!!! I HATE YOU!!!! STOP TICKLING MEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Ingrid screamed as the fingers continued to tickle her. She tried to squirm around, but she was trapped, and Darby’s strong fingers were doing a lot of tickle damage to her pits. She then looked up and saw Kylie moving towards her. She wondered what she was up to because she had a sneaky smile on her face. The young woman already tickle tortured her ribs and now she looked like she was going to do something to her. “HAHAHAHAH GO AWAY!!!” she screamed.
Kylie was on her knees and now close to Ingrid’s trapped body. She loved the way Darby was tickling the pits and now she wanted to mess with Ingrid’s mind. She wanted her to truly suffer. She wanted to break her because the more she thought about it, the more likely this thief had something to with Pheobe’s attack. She also remembered how this same thief did something to Becky. She adored the young apprentice, and an idea came to her mind. She knew if this thief tortured Becky, then her idea would devastate Ingrid mentally. She got close and smiled at that laughing face. “Come on, Ingrid. Just talk. Don’t make me do something to you. Darby is going to tickle you all night long if she has to. But I got plans for you too…..” she teased.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BITCH!!! HAHAHAHAHA” Ingrid screamed. She started to hate the fact that Kylie was messing with her. She didn’t even respect her and now she was taunting her. She knew that she worked for Phoebe Wellington, and if she continued to mess with her, she was also going to put her on her hit list should she escape from this predicament.
“Such hatred….well, since you are not talking about where the jewels are, I figured I would encourage you. You see, you have done terrible things. Oh, cute laughter by the way. I digress….” Kylie said with a knowing smirk. She was having fun and torturing Ingrid was definitely a great thing. It has been a while since she actually tortured someone. The last time she truly tortured someone were the Greek soldiers of Thalia’s army. The tickling of Vera and even Becky was playful. With Ingrid, she truly wanted her to suffer. “…I wonder if your knees can tell us anything.” she said, then placed her hands on the bent knees.
“HHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF MY KNEES!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she continued to feel the tickling in her armpits, but now her knees were a target. That made her nervous because she knew how ticklish she was there.
“Uh oh!!! Looks like someone is going to have her knees tickled. If I were you, I would start talking.” Darby teased as her own fingers continued to tickle the armpits. She liked how Kylie was getting involved. Even though she was a civilian, after her actions in Ciudad del Reina, she was happy she was helping her once again.
“Hehehe don’t worry Ingrid, I am not going to tickle these cute knees……” Kylie said with a smile. She then gave them a quick squeeze and noticed the legs started to vibrate. She liked that because it meant these were very ticklish knees. “…..Becky will.” she finished, then looked over at Becky.
Becky was stunned when she heard Kylie’s words. She was enjoying Ingrid laughing with Darby tickling her armpits. It felt great to see her suffering like how she made her suffer. She really wanted Ingrid to pay for everything she had done in Plotsville and listening to her laugh was very good for her. Then she saw Kylie going back to Ingrid and looked forward to watching her tickle the thief. She thought about how Kylie tickled her back at the Wellington mansion and knew how talented she was. She watched her tickle torture the large Greek woman, Peta, and knew that Kylie was very good at tickling. She heard that she would tickle Ingrid, and she was in shock. “Me? Ya want me to tickle her?” she asked in a stunned voice.
“Yes, YOU will tickle her knees. I mean, you do want to make her pay for everything, right? Well, here is your chance. Tickle her. Make her scream.” Kylie said, then stood up. She walked towards Becky and hugged her. She knew Becky deserved a moment and she wanted to give it to her. “Get her good. This is your chance to help make a criminal reveal her secrets. Tickle her good. Or I will tickle YOU myself. You know I want to tickle you again….hehehe” she whispered in her ear.
Becky’s eyes went wide with surprise when she heard Kylie’s words. She thought about tickling Ingrid and at first, she wondered if she should torture someone. Then she thought about who the victim was. Much like Babs McKenzie, Ingrid was someone who absolutely humiliated her. They both tickled her relentlessly and even tickled her sexually. Both times caused such emotional trauma to her, and it made her doubt herself. She tickled Babs to get some revenge, but she didn’t think she truly tortured her. Ingrid was different. Ingrid made her suffer in front of Donna, but that also led to her nearly getting fired from her job. It was because of this thief that she endured so much emotional hardship lately. She could hear her laughing right now and it felt good. This was her chance to get some revenge, but like how Kylie described it, it was also a chance to do something good and get the stolen jewelry back to the rightful owner, including Donna’s family. She saw Darby looking at her with pride and that made her feel good. Becky then started to walk over to Ingrid and knelt down. She did like seeing her face in ticklish agony and knew she deserved it. If her hero could do this to someone, then she could too. Darby was the most noble human being she ever knew, even more than Sheriff Dickerson himself. She looked at the vulnerable knees and placed her hands on them. She felt a surge of adrenaline in her body, and she smiled. It was as though she had gained some kind of magical power and had a chance to use it.
“LET GO OF MY KNEES YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IDIOT!!! DON’T YOU TOUCH ME!!! HAHAHAHAHA YOU TICKLE ME AND I SWEAR!! I WILL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE YOU SUFFER!!! I WILL MAKE YOU CUM!!!!” Ingrid yelled. She wanted to send Becky a strong warning even though Darby kept tickling her. She felt those hands on her knees, and she was really scared at getting tickled at two different areas of her body. She knew that this might be her last chance to defy these women before she truly suffered. One last opportunity to spit venom at them and hoped they would heed her warnings. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO DARBY!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME OR I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR PUSSIES GET IT!!!!” she yelled.
Darby heard that threat and she laughed. That was a unique threat, and it made her laugh. She paused her fingers for a moment and just let out laughter. “Hehehe wow. That was funny. Our pussies will get it? You sure are a funny woman, Ingrid.” she grinned.
Ingrid felt some relief when the fingers stopped tickling her pits. She didn’t realize just how much her body was suffering until the tickling paused. She then heard everyone in the room laughing and that was not the effect she wanted. She wanted them to take her seriously and now they were laughing at her. “What…..what is so funny? I am serious!” she yelled.
“You are never going to touch her there, sweetie. Most criminals say they will kill us or tear our guts out. You? You want our pussies. Hehehe It was just funny. So, how about you stop all this foolishness and just tell us where the jewels are.” Darby responded. She looked at Becky and hoped she would help with the interrogation. She knew her apprentice needed this moment. Ingrid really did a number on her and made her so scared and emotional. This was her chance to get rid of some of that trauma and help her take this criminal down.
“I swear….to ALL of you! I will be free, and I will hunt all of you down! I will get the last laugh! I will tickle you all over and never stop! I will play with your pussies and make you cum until you are dry! Mark my words!!!” Ingrid threatened. She knew it was a futile effort, but she had this one last chance to spare her dignity and go out swinging.
“Hehehes sounds like someone doesn’t want to be tickled anymore. Well, you could just tell us where the jewels are. I mean, isn’t that what you did to your victims? Tell them if they don’t give up the jewels, you will tickle them? Now you know how it feels….” Darby mused. She did enjoy the irony of this moment. Ingrid was facing the same fate her victims did. She knew the threat she made didn’t mean much because once she was in jail, that was the end of Ingrid’s reign of terror.
Ingrid started to seethe as she listened to that irony. She hated this moment and now she looked at Becky’s happy face. That one hurt more because she loved torturing Becky. Then she felt a squeeze on her knees, and she growled at Becky. “STOP THAT! Listen Becky, you know what I can do to you! If you think I had fun with your feet and EEP!!! Pussy before! Just you wait!” she threatened.
Becky squeezed the knees of Ingrid as she made her threat. She did remember that night very well. She thought about it every day since it happened. She heard the current threat, and it made her sad. She wanted to get past that humiliation and what made it worse was now everyone in the room knew her special place was played with. That made her a little ashamed, and she wanted to take it out on Ingrid. She squeezed the knees again and loved the reaction. “Ya tortured me, now I am gonna get ya back!” she told her.
Ingrid felt the squeezes on her knees, and it tickled a lot! Then she felt the fingers returning back to her armpits and now that intense ticklish fear returned. She felt the anticipation and suddenly, she was tickled hard. “NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’M GOING TO GET YOU!!!!” she screamed as the armpit tickling was aggressive and now her knees were being squeezed.
Becky couldn’t help but smile as she heard that intense laughter. She still felt ashamed about being tortured that night, but squeezing these knees started to help. Seeing Ingrid react violently to the tickling made her excited. She hoped she could be a good tickler. She saw how Darby was tickling the armpits and enjoying herself. She wondered if this was something she could truly do to someone else in the form of torture. She thought about how Ingrid got Donna to hate her so much and that made her hands squeeze harder. She felt the reaction and saw that look of terror and she felt something inside her. She felt the urge to make this woman apologize for all the things she did to her. Ingrid totally dominated her before and still making threats. “Ya are not very nice. Ya keep threatenin’ me and muh friends. Ya need to apologize.” she told her.
Ingrid heard Becky’s words, and she looked at her incredulously. She was already feeling the ticklish feelings throughout her body and now this goofy woman was telling her to apologize. Not give up the jewelry or any other information. Just apologize. That made her ego kick in and she was not going to break to a woman she thoroughly dominated. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU APOLOGIZE TO ME FOR BEING A HAHAHAHAHAHA IDIOT!!!!” she screamed.
Darby listened to Becky’s words, and she felt for her. She got full confirmation that Becky was sexually humiliated and that made her angry. She remembered when Becky was sexually humiliated at the hands of the outlaws Sabrina Alamain and Babs McKenzie. She was there when it happened, and she even was forced to participate by performing oral sex on Becky. Knowing that she was sexually played with again made her even more determined to make Ingrid pay for everything she had done. “You know, she’s right! Before you start telling us when the jewelry is, you need to apologize to Becky.” she demanded.
Ingrid continued to laugh as those fingers in her pits were probing into her flesh. She felt that uncontrollable feeling of helplessness that happened when someone was tickled and couldn’t defend themselves. It was what she wanted her victims to feel. She heard Darby’s demand as well and she hated this moment. She was being humiliated, and she wanted to let these ladies know how strong she was. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU CAN BOTH GO TO HELL!!!!” she yelled.
“Tsk Tsk Tsk….Well, we gave you the option. Perhaps we can have someone tickle your ribs right now.” Darby threatened. She felt the urge to force Ingrid into an apology. She remembered when La Diabla forced Priscilla into an apology to Cheyenne after the torment that woman put the innocent young lady through. Becky didn’t go through as much as Cheyenne, and she didn’t plan on sexually tickling Ingrid, but she still wanted her to apologize. She looked over at Kylie and nodded her head.
Kylie saw Darby looking at her and saw that head nod. She heard that someone should be tickling the ribs, and she smiled. She could tell Ingrid was suffering already with the armpit tickling and the knee squeezing and if she tickled the ribs, it would overwhelm the small woman. She also heard Ingrid tell Becky that she enjoyed sexually tickling her. That made her heart sink because she truly had a sexual crush on Becky, and she was her friend. She cared about her and knowing that she was tormented and embarrassed, it continued to fuel her fire to make this woman pay. Thinking about Becky’s naked pussy being teased by Ingrid got her angry and she wanted to viciously tickle those ribs and make her pay. “Yeah, I think I am REALLY going to tickle her ribs. Oh, you are not going to like this at all…..” she said then made her way over to Ingrid’s body.
Ingrid heard the threat to her ribs, and she panicked. There was no way she could handle three spots being tickled at the same time. The armpit tickling and knee squeezing already was tearing her apart. Kylie’s earlier rib tickling was brutal for her and now she saw that look of anger and determination on her face. Her eyes went wide, and she definitely did not want to suffer that kind of ticklish agony and embarrassment. “HAHAHAHAHA OK OK OK!! I’M SORRY!!! HAHAHAH I’M SORRY!!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!” she yelled.
Darby chuckled to herself when she heard Ingrid apologizing already. She felt good inside because it meant that Ingrid was really feeling the effects of the tickling and was wearing down. She was very defiant about an apology and now she was doing it because of the additional threat of tickling. She paused her tickling and looked at Becky so she could stop. She had a huge smile on her face, and it was time to taunt Ingrid. “There you go! See? It wasn’t too hard, right? Ok, why are you sorry?” she asked teasingly.
Ingrid felt her face turning red with shame as she blurted out an apology already. She didn’t want to do it, but with Kylie threatening to tickle her ribs while her knees and pits were tickled, it would be too much for her. She also realized that now that she shown she could break, these women were truly going to torture her into confessing more things. That really bruised her ego, and she felt sad. Her head slumped forward because she knew they now had the edge. She could continue to be defiant, but now that they managed to break her a little, it was just a matter of time before they broke her completely. A feeling of imminent defeat washed over her, and she didn’t know what else to do. She heard Darby’s question and still felt the hands in her armpits and on her knees. Kylie was still near her, and she was being forced to apologize. “I said I am sorry!” she yelled back.
“Sorry for what? Tell us or get ready for a rib-ticklin’ time! Hehehe” Darby threatened. She felt good at the moment because as she experienced herself, once you gave up something, the rest would surely follow. It appeared that Ingrid was a key piece to several things and finally she would be able to get a resolution.
“I’m sorry for tickling Becky. I tickled her soft and tender body a lot. I tickled her stomach and armpits. I tickled her ribs and sides. I tickled her big feet. I even tickled her ass and her pussy. She was all mine. I am sorry for tickling you, Becky.” Ingrid said and looked at Becky. Even though she was forced to apologize, she still felt the urge to get one last humiliating word towards the young apprentice.
Becky felt red in the face as Ingrid mentioned all the spots she was tickled at. It was as though Ingrid wanted to still make her feel embarrassed even during the apology. She looked around the room and saw the looks of Darby, Kylie and Rosa. Now that they heard all of the places she was tortured, she felt ashamed. “Um….did ya have to say all of that?” she asked the thief.
“I am sorry. Ok? I apologized! Can you let me go now?” Ingrid asked. She felt horrible that she apologized and felt that ticklish anticipation as her knees were starting to softly get squeezed.
“Ya really humiliated me!!! Why do ya have to keep tryin’ to embarrass me like that?” Becky asked, her voice filling with emotion. She felt really ashamed that what happened to her was told in front of everyone. She told Darby what happened, but Kylie and Rosa did not have to hear that. It also started to make her angry. This tiny woman dominated her, and it caused so much grief in her life. She felt her grip on the knees getting stronger and she wanted to make Ingrid feel what she had been feeling. She then squeezed harder and saw that ticklish reaction and she loved it.
“AAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP!!! I APOLOGIZED!!! I APOLOGIZED!!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt those very intense knee squeezes. There was anger in Becky’s voice, and she did not expect that. The ticklish feelings tore through her body, and she was squirming as best as she could in her chair. She saw that look on Becky’s face and it wasn’t her typical goofy face, or her embarrassed face. It was a look of passion, and she wondered if she went too far.
Darby was surprised at Becky’s reaction and the knee squeezes were more aggressive. Hearing from Ingrid where she tickled Becky had to embarrass her apprentice. She knew how it felt because her tormentors loved talking about her ticklish spots, especially on the soles of her feet. She knew Becky experienced a lot of emotional pain from this ordeal and it appeared to be coming out. She figured she would let her have her moment, then start to focus on getting information out of the thief.
Rosa watched as she saw Becky squeezing those knees with passion. She really didn’t know any of these women too well, but she understood how Becky must have felt. Hearing from Ingrid where Becky was tickled must have been haunting for Becky. She understood that feeling because La Diabla did it to her. She remembered being tortured that day and left in a very humiliating fashion when she was completely naked and had to be discovered by someone else. She wondered how far Becky would torture Ingrid. The apprentice seemed so friendly, but also very raw in her abilities. Now she heard her passion and felt for her. She started to think she should do the same to La Diabla. Tie the outlaw down and tickle her. If she was ticklish, she wanted to make her suffer just like she did. It seemed like an appropriate method of revenge. She was cheering for Becky right now. She hoped Becky would take all her frustrations out on Ingrid, just like she wanted to on La Diabla. She smiled at the thought and hoped her own revenge would be satisfied soon.
Becky continued to squeeze the knees, and she started to feel good inside. The way Ingrid was laughing, she couldn’t help but smile. It was still amazing that this tiny woman was so dangerous and skilled. She managed to subdue women bigger than herself, including her. She was very agile and cunning. Now, underneath that mask, was a woman that was just as vulnerable as all of her victims. She loved the sound of Ingrid’s laugh, and she wanted to keep tickling her. She felt this surge of adrenaline flowing through her and she just wanted to keep tickling her. She loved how Darby’s fingers were moving and knew that poor Ingrid had to be losing her mind. She saw the look on Ingrid’s face and for the first time in her own life, she truly relished the thought of this woman laughing herself silly because she tickled her. She looked up at her mentor and saw a look of pride on her face. Becky started to feel that confidence that what she was doing was ok. It was torture, but sometimes someone had to go further than they would have before to get results. She wanted to tease the woman that tormented so many other. “Ya sure are a ticklish one. Hehehe” she teased.
Ingrid felt Darby’s fingers in her pits and those squeezes on her knees. The sensations were getting stronger, and she felt herself getting weaker. She was now desperately trying to do anything to get them to stop. She did not want to reveal where the jewels were because that would endanger her fellow dancers. She knew those jewels were inside the showroom in the backroom. Marge kept them in a safe and they were going to sell them on the black market in a few weeks once they had a very large stash. She closed her eyes for a moment and focused on one last act of defiance. She wanted to curse them and let them know that she would not break. She opened her mouth and planned to roar her defiance, but suddenly, she felt something pressing into her ribs and she exploded in laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!! TOO MUCH!!!!” she screamed.
Kylie couldn’t hold back any longer. She saw how Becky’s knee squeezing and Darby’s armpit tickling was driving Ingrid crazy. She loved how much fun they were having but she also kept thinking about Becky and Phoebe. She still felt Ingrid had something to do with Phoebe and Becky was definitely tortured in such a humiliating way. She was off to the left side of Ingrid and reached her hands over and just started tickling the ribs. She loved that extra burst of ticklish laughter and she wanted to make her suffer. “Hehehehe that’s right you tiny bitch! Laugh…..” she taunted.
Darby was surprised when Kylie came over and started to tickle the ribs. She was already breaking Ingrid down with she and Becky working her over, but now that Kylie joined in, she knew this was what they might need to break this woman. “Ooooh!!! Ingrid is so ticklish everywhere!! Hehehe I am glad I am not her.” she teased.
Rosa watched the entire scenario unfolding and she couldn’t help but smile. She saw how much ticklish agony Ingrid was in and was amazed the woman didn’t break already. When she was tickled by La Diabla and La Pantera, it was such an overwhelming feeling, and she ended up breaking. There was no way her body could withstand that kind of torture. Ingrid was a tiny woman, so having three women tickling her at the same time must have been devastating. She saw the desperation in Ingrid’s body and face. She heard that hysterical laughter and it was starting to go silent. She also felt left out. It had been a while since she tickled anyone. She got closer to where everyone was and smiled. “Hey, can I tickle her somewhere too?” she asked with a sly grin.
Darby chuckled when she heard Rosa asking if she could join in. She thought about how Ingrid was definitely in ticklish trouble. She knew how devastating being tickled was and she had been double teamed herself before. Having three women tickling her would definitely destroy her, so four women would be the end. She wanted that information and now it was time to push Ingrid over the edge. “Sure! You can find a spot. Maybe her tummy?” she winked.
Ingrid felt those fingers pressing into her very sensitive spots on her ribs and that more than anything else devastated her. Kylie seemed to be the more skilled tickler out of these women, and it made her wonder how ruthless she must have been. Darby and Becky were definitely getting some good reactions from her, but knew they were still upholding some kind of moral code. She looked over at Kylie and the look on her face told her this woman would be a very ruthless person who would just love to torture others. She might have even been a great ally, but she was tickling her. She then heard Darby mentioning something about her stomach and she saw Rosa coming. That would be too much for her. She did not want four women tickling her. She saw that happened with the victims Marge and her fellow dancers did in the backroom and it definitely broke their victims. She felt her lungs burning and she desperately needed a break. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK OK OK!!!!!” she screamed.
Darby heard that capitulation and she smiled. She actually wanted to see Rosa join in, but if Ingrid was going to start talking, she had to give her that chance. “Ok ladies, pause for a moment. I think cute little Ingrid here wants to start talking. But stay close. If she is stupid enough to defy us, then we all tickle her. It is kind of fun. Hehehe” she instructed.
Becky let go of the knees and was in shock but also felt a wave of happiness. It appeared that their tickling was breaking Ingrid, and she was excited. She knew how that felt. That moment when the body just couldn’t take it anymore and had to give up. That was what caused her great shame many times. The fact that she had been broken by the outlaws and also from this same tiny woman. She looked at Darby and loved how she was in control. Now, it was time to see if Ingrid would start talking.
Ingrid moaned in relief as the tickle attack had finally stopped. Her body was very sensitive and felt all her nerves still tingling. She felt really tired. Her breathing was heavy, and her lungs were burning. Her body temperature was high, and she felt herself starting to sweat. She took a moment to gather her wits again. She was tired and desperately needed that break. She hung her head in shame because these women were starting to win this fight. She felt a little emotional again but managed to keep her composure. “Thank you…….thank you…..” she moaned.
“Don’t thank us yet. We still have to get some answers. If you don’t give them to us, well, I guess we will just have to keep tickling you until you do! I don’t care if this takes all night! You will tell us what we want to know, or you are going to be laughing for a long time.” Darby threatened. She surprised herself by having a sadistic streak, but she also knew how effective threats were. So many times, in her recent career that threats against her were made and she gave in. It was the greatest humiliation, but her body couldn’t take it anymore and it appeared Ingrid was getting close to the point. Now it was time to press her and solve her cases! “Now, are you ready to answer some questions?” she asked.
Ingrid wanted to curse at Darby. She wanted to tear out of these ropes and jump on that woman. She wanted to tie her down, strip her completely naked and just torment her entire body. The thoughts of how Marge and the others describing about Darby’s naked body made her jealous that she wasn’t there to see it all. They all gushed about how sexy she was, and how she was pink in all the right places. She swooned when she heard that Darby’s feet were the most perfect feet they had ever seen. They talked about her nipples and especially her pussy. They described how pink her pussy was and how sensual it was. It was as though Darby was the perfect specimen of a woman to dominate. Now, she was in control of her, and she felt antsy. Any new tickle attack would be horrible, and she would suffer. “Let me go…..” she murmured.
“That’s not happening. Now, Ingrid. Tell me, where are the jewels you stole?” Darby asked, then started to run her fingers through the sweaty short cropped blond hair.
Ingrid burned with shame as this woman was petting her. She heard that question and she wanted to yell something sarcastic back at Darby but she saw Becky’s hands moving to her knees and Kylie was moving towards her too. She saw Rosa kneeling down on her right side and those hands were getting closer. “Hey!!!! Tell them to stop trying to tickle me!!!” she yelled.
“That’s not an answer. Where are the jewels? Tell us or get tickled. It is as simple as that.” Darby warned. She moved her fingers from the hair and placed both of her hands back to the pits. She had an urge to start tickling but wanted to give Ingrid a chance.
Ingrid felt extremely nervous as Darby’s fingers moved back to her pits. The tickle threat was there and the looks on those faces unnerved her. “Ok!!! I will tell you! Tell them to move their hands away!!” she demanded.
“Tell us! Answer Darby’s question or you are really going to get it!” Rosa threatened. She wanted to be a part of the interrogation and force Ingrid to start talking. Once she did, then she could ask her own questions. “Just think, we haven’t even tested your feet yet.” she added with a grin.
The tickle threat to her feet really made Ingrid nervous. It was true. They haven’t tickled her feet yet and with the shape she was in right now, any foot tickling would destroy her. She felt a need to start crying because she was trapped and nowhere to go. She lowered her head for a moment and took a deep breath. She knew her criminal career was over, and these women were getting the best of her. “Ok, the jewels are in a safe. At the showroom.” she mumbled in defeat.
Darby felt a sense of elation as she heard the confession. It also definitely tied the burlesque show to the crimes. She knew that there had to be some connection because of some of the evidence she had. The victims were patrons of the show at one time or another and that must have been where they were scouted and targeted. Now that she knew the jewels were there, she could raid the business and finally bring this crime wave down. “Good girl! Now, was that so hard? Hehehe” she grinned.
“I hate you……I promise, one day I will get my revenge.” Ingrid said. She felt ashamed but still wanted to fight back anyway she could.
“Hehehe promises, promises. Now, you said the jewels are in a safe. What is the combination to the safe?” Darby asked. She figured that since Ingrid was talking, she might as well get all the information she could. She also thought about the need to find out about Phoebe and potentially a missing Donna and a woman named Alice.
“What? I don’t know! I don’t put them in the safe!” Ingrid replied. She knew this was the next line of questioning and she had a chance to potentially not get herself in trouble with Marge. It was bad enough that she was caught. It was bad enough she revealed where the stolen gems were located. But she didn’t want to give up all the information, especially about them drugging victims and being part of a sex trafficking ring that just started. She could plausibly deny knowing the combination even though she knew she was lying.
“Ingrid, do you honestly think we are going to believe that you do not know the combination to the safe? You go around attacking women and tickling them into giving you their jewelry and you go back to the showroom and not put them in the safe yourself? Do I look stupid?” Darby asked. She felt a tingle of excitement in her body as she knew another round of interrogation was coming. She was enjoying herself a little and noticed the skills of the other women. It appeared that Kylie was very good at tickling others and wondered just how effective Rosa would be.
“Do you look stupid? Do you want me to be honest? Hehe” Ingrid joked. She couldn’t help herself and just had to take a shot at Darby. She was already in deep trouble, so she figured she might as well get in as many barbs as she could.
Darby smirked when she heard that response, then pressed her fingers once again to the armpits. She wanted to send Ingrid a message that her interrogation tactics were not over. “Oh, you want to be a smart mouth huh?” she asked.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEY!!! IT WAS A JOKE!!! HAHAHAHA A JOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKEEEEE!!! HAHAHAHAHA” Ingrid screamed as she felt those fingers in her armpits. She started to squirm a bit and felt her body still being very sensitive. The tickling finally stopped, and she felt that sensation of being overwhelmed. “Geez!!! Don’t you know how to take a little joke? For someone as heroic as you, you sure don’t have a personality.” she told her.
“I don’t have time for games, Ingrid. So, are you going to reveal the combination or what? Or is it that someone else at the show knows the combination? Is it your boss Marge?” Darby asked. She wanted to probe a little further and get confirmation that the other dancers were involved in this scheme. It was highly unlikely that they had no idea what Ingrid was up to, she just wanted Ingrid to admit it.
Ingrid felt that pressure building in her body as she realized what Darby was trying to do. She wanted her to implicate her fellow dancers and get them arrested as well. Or she could reveal the combination and all those jewels she stole would be recovered. She knew what would happen next, but she made a promise to herself that she would not rat out the others. If she had to go to jail, she would go, but she just didn’t want to be the one who got everyone else thrown in jail. “Listen, I don’t know the combination. No one does.” she lied.
“No one? Ingrid, you know that is a dumb answer. SOMEONE knows the combination and I suggest you tell me. You are trapped. You are going to jail for sure. You have nowhere to run or hide. So, make it easy on yourself and get to talking. Or do we have to bare your sole to get you to talk?” Darby teased. She felt a little proud of herself for using a line La Diabla would use. She wondered if her lover would be proud of her watching her torment Ingrid in this manner.
Ingrid gasped as she realized what Darby was saying. She used that line a few times and knew what she meant. She felt fear in her body as she knew her feet were the next target. The way she was feeling responsive now meant that her feet were going to be hypersensitive too. She was getting tired and that would definitely drive her crazy. “Will you let me go already? You caught me, and I will no longer break in and have fun with helpless women.” she responded.
“Ladies, it seems like Ingrid here doesn’t want to cooperate. I say, let’s get her in position and prepare her. I think she is a bit tired. I know when I am tired, I like to lay back and take off muh boots and relax muh feet. I think Ingrid should do the same…..” Darby told the group with a devious smile.
“You bet!” Kylie said with enthusiasm. She wanted to get her hands on ticklish feet and have her way with them. She looked at Ingrid and just her attitude made her want to tickle her silly. She had gotten her ribs really good, now it was time to play with the feet.
“That sounds good. Let’s get her on her back!” Rosa said. She then reached forward and touched the seat of the chair. She saw Kylie do the same and now, Darby was pulling back on the chair. She saw Ingrid starting to fall backwards and she had a wild look in her eyes. “Hehehehe just relax.” she told her.
“HEY!!!! HEY!!! DON’T PUT ME DOWN!!! DON’T PUT ME DOWN!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt herself falling backwards in her chair. She saw her legs elevated and now she was looking at the ceiling. She also hoped they wouldn’t drop her because her arms were still cuffed behind her back. She felt herself on the floor and her shoes were dangling. She looked up and saw the four women now standing over her and looking right at her. She felt a tremendous amount of nervousness and knew she was in trouble. “HEY!!!! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?” she yelled.
“Becky, can you and Kylie untie her legs and then tie them to the legs of the chair? I think we need to get her ready for some…….fun.” Darby requested. She continued to feel a surge of power in her body. It felt good to actually set someone up for this kind of torment. It was a strange feeling still, but she was getting used to it. She had tickled Helga; she had tickled Priscilla. She had even tickled Thalia. It was becoming more of a weapon for her, and she liked it after being the victim of many tickle torture moments.
“Yeah, I will do that! Come on Kylie, let’s get her tied!” Becky said with enthusiasm. She started to feel like she was part of something good. It was still new to her to tickle someone as interrogation, but the more she participated, the more she got used to it. She then saw Kylie holding onto the ankles as she started to untie the legs. Once she got it undone, she then grabbed the right ankle, and Kylie had the left one. They both started to tie the shin area to the legs of the chair, so the feet would be trapped. She looked at the shoe of Ingrid and smiled. She thought about when her own feet were tickled by this same woman. How bad it was for her and also so embarrassing. Now, she wondered if it would be her to return the favor. Once the legs were tied, she stood up and saluted Darby in her typical rigid fashion. “All tied and ready, Darby!” she smiled.
Darby chuckled when she saw Becky saluting. No matter how many times she had witnessed that salute, it made her laugh every time. She saw the look of fear on Ingrid’s face, and she smiled at her. “Looks like someone is a bit nervous. So, will you make it easy on yourself, or do we have to work on your sole confession? Hehehe” she joked.
“I HATE ALL OF YOU!!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!!!” Ingrid screamed. She felt that humiliation of the moment and knew she was doomed. She had no idea how to even brace herself because she knew she was going to suffer. She wiggled her feet around and prayed that something, anything, could prevent them from going after her feet.
“Suit yourself. Hey Rosa, I think it is time muhself and you to get to the bottom of something. I think we need to see if we can get her sole to confess the combination. Will you join me?” Darby asked. She wanted to see what Rosa would do in this situation. She already had shown she was more than willing to indulge in this kind of interrogation but wanted to see how good she was at it. She wished it was La Diabla here with her tickling Ingrid. Her lover would definitely relish the opportunity to tickle this woman silly. It was also the first time she would not have La Diabla with her once they defeated a villain. She hoped to still make her proud.
“Gladly! I think Ingrid here has a lot to say. Hehehe” Rosa smiled. She felt thrilled that she would get an opportunity to tickle Ingrid. She also figured it would be a good time to practice her tickling skills, because if she had La Diabla in this position, she could exact her revenge. She watched as Darby made her way to the left foot and knelt down. She then knelt down by the right foot and looked at the helpless shoe wiggling in the air. She wanted to truly enjoy this moment and savor every moment of it.
Darby knelt down by the left foot and stared at the shoe. The black shoe looked snug on the foot and a little worn out. She noticed just how tiny the foot looked as well. She chuckled because this would be the first time she tickled a tiny foot when tickling for punishment. Helga, Priscilla and Thalia had bigger feet. She reached her hands forward and managed to get a hold of the shoelace. She started to pull on it and the knot came loose. She saw the foot wiggling wildly, so she grabbed the shoe with her left hand, while the right hand worked on the laces. “Hold still! I am just taking off your shoe!” she told her prisoner.
“LET GO OF MY SHOE!! DAMMIT DARBY!! DON’T YOU DARE TAKE OFF MY SHOES!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt the laces coming undone. She felt horrific nervousness as her shoes were going to come off and her feet were going to be very vulnerable. She then felt her right shoe being held and now those laces were coming undone. “HEY!!! YOU TOO!!! LET GO OF MY SHOE!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe I am just trying to make you feel better.” Rosa teased as she pulled on the laces and managed to get them undone. She then started to loosen the shoe and felt that anticipation. There was something about this moment that truly excited her. It was her first time using tickle torture on a prisoner’s feet. She had removed shoes from prisoners in Mexico, but that was part of her duties, and the other soldiers would prepare prisoners for their prison clothing. This was much different than those experiences because she was going to deal with the foot itself. She then tugged on the heel of the shoe and felt it pop off the heel. A rush of excitement flowed through her because these tiny feet were soon going to be played with. “Now, let’s see what is inside this shoe.” she teased.
“YOU KNOW WHAT IS INSIDE THERE!!! KEEP IT ON!!! KEEP THEM ON!!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt both shoes starting to come off her feet. She felt them off her heels and now coming off the soles. She looked around in a panic and saw Becky smiling at her and Kylie had this look of sadism in it. She looked like she was truly going to enjoy watching her suffer. That got her nervous because unlike the others, Kylie was not law enforcement. If she was alone with the woman and tied up, she might have been as ruthless as she was.
Darby smiled when the shoe started to come off. There was something about removing footwear that was exciting. She also knew how nerve wracking it was to have footwear removed. She had her own boots and socks removed on multiple occasions and it always made her go crazy with anticipation. Now, she hoped the same was happening to Ingrid. She got the shoe off and looked at the tiny black socked foot. She looked inside the shoe and saw that it was a size 5. She smiled and then looked at Ingrid. “Awww….how cute! Such tiny little feet. Hehehehe Size 5, huh?” she teased.
“Yes! Leave my feet alone! Stop talking about my feet! Why don’t we discuss your BIG feet? From what I heard, your feet are quite massive. How about you take off your boots and socks so we can all see them since you want to point out sizes….” Ingrid snapped back. She remembered how helpless she felt when Sylvia made fun of her feet and now Darby was pointing out how small they were. She hoped to make Darby at least uncomfortable, and she also wished she could see those feet of hers.
“Oh Ingrid, I know you are scared. I can see it in your eyes. I think you are really afraid that we are going to tickle your feet. I bet the mere thought of it frightens you. It should. I learned from a great woman on how to tickle feet. I will gladly show you unless you want to give me the combination to the safe. Otherwise, I will have to take this tiny baby sock off and see your feet.” Darby threatened. She continued to feel this power flowing within her and knew she had the advantage. She hoped Ingrid would refuse in a sense because she wanted to tickle those tiny feet.
Ingrid felt her right shoe come off and saw Rosa tossing it over her shoulder. Now, both of her socked feet were exposed, and Darby was making threats about tickling her feet. She looked around and Kylie and Becky were definitely not going to stop them. She curled her toes and started to wiggle them around. She started to sweat, and she knew this was the moment of truth. If she refused to give up the combination, she would surely have her feet tickled. Memories of what Sylvia did to her feet still haunted her, even though she was friends with her now. These women were not going to be friends. If she refused to give the combination, she was going to suffer, but she had to hold firm. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Go to hell……” she murmured.
“Hehehe I was hoping you say that. Now, let’s see if you have cute feet.” Darby grinned, then winked at Rosa. She reached her hands to the sock and started to tug on it. She felt the material starting to move and that made her happy. It was going to be moments before she saw the naked foot and played with it.
Rosa felt a thrill in her body when Ingrid dared them to tickle her. Now was her chance to have some fun and practice getting ready for La Diabla. She started to pull on the right sock. She felt it sliding and her heart started to beat faster. She was finally going to tickle some feet. Her own feet were horribly ticklish, and she hoped she could be effective. The sock came off the heel and she saw the creamy skin appearing. This was the moment. The sock continued to slide up the foot and she felt the urge to taunt the tiny thief. “Hehehe I bet she does have cute feet! I can already see the skin and it looks like it is going to be REALLY ticklish.” she taunted.
Ingrid felt her socks coming off and she started to squirm. The anticipation was driving her crazy and she started to sweat. She could feel the socks on the balls of her feet, and it was just going to be just moments before her feet were naked and she was tortured again. “I hate you both. I can’t believe you are willing to torture me for something I don’t know. Mexican lady, I don’t understand why you are even here! You should not get involved with this. I will hunt you down in the future and I will see what YOUR feet look like, and I can already guess. You are ticklish too. I won’t stop torturing you just because you joined something you are not a part of!” she threatened towards Rosa.
Rosa grinned when she heard the threat. The fact that the threat was even being made let her know that the peeling of these socks scared Ingrid. Now it was her time to assert herself. The right sock rested on the toes, and she stared at that meaty sole. The skin was very creamy, and it looked nice. She stared over at Ingrid and winked. “I am here because I want to work with Deputy Darby Reeves. You see, I am hunting for someone. I bet you even know who it is. In fact, how about I make you an offer? You give me what I want, and perhaps I can persuade Darby to not tickle your cute little……feet.” she told her, then pulled the sock completely off exposing the tiny toes.
Ingrid gasped once she felt her right sock come off completely. Now her foot was exposed, and she was very vulnerable. She heard the offer from Rosa, and she was intrigued. She saw the stunned look on Darby’s face and wondered what was going on. She wondered what his woman wanted, and it was possible she could spare her from being tickled on her feet. She might not have to reveal any combination as well. “W-What do you want?” she asked.
Rosa felt a surge of confidence and it was time to hopefully get the answers she wanted. She had no intention of stopping Darby. She just needed Ingrid to believe she had a chance which might make her more receptive to giving her answers. She looked at the hopeful face on Ingrid and she smiled. “I am hunting someone. You tell me where she is, and you will be spared of this dreadful foot ticking that is coming your way. I can see these cute little feet of yours and those oh, so cute toes! I bet you are really ticklish on your feet, so being honest with me will help you a lot. So, have you seen the notorious outlaw known as La Diabla?” she asked.
Darby gasped when she heard that question. She was stunned that Rosa was making promises to her prisoner and would not have to torture Ingrid for the combination of the safe. She had no idea what Rosa was up to, and she wanted to let her know that this was Plotsville’s jurisdiction and she was in charge right now. She was about to say something but paused when she heard the question about La Diabla. This made her really nervous because if Ingrid did know something about her lover, it would be a major problem. She looked at Ingrid, then looked right back at Rosa. She was on edge as she awaited the response.
Ingrid heard the question, and she was stunned. This woman was asking about La Diabla and then she remembered who that was. She barely met the outlaw at the facility for the sex trafficking operation. She only spoke to her briefly and sensed that she was very dangerous. She did find her extremely beautiful, but she was partners with two other women from Mexico. It started to make sense to her why Rosa was here now. She was searching for the women from Mexico. That made her nervous because if she said she saw them, she could potentially expose the trafficking ring. She absolutely could not do that and now she felt nervous. “L-La Diabla? You asked me about someone named La Diabla?” she asked nervously.
Rosa could see the fear on Ingrid’s face, and it appeared that she might know information about the outlaw. She could tell by the question and the facial expressions that La Diabla met this woman. She started to grow confident that she would find more information and finally find the woman she swore to capture. “Yes, La Diabla. She’s a dangerous outlaw from Mexico. Usually wears all black. Very pretty face. Long black hair. Have you seen her?” she asked.
“I don’t think so. Um, she is pretty huh? Maybe I would like to meet her. Hehehe I like pretty women.” Ingrid replied. She was trying to play off the knowledge of meeting the outlaw and hoped it worked. “I cooperated. I haven’t seen her. Can I go now?” she asked with hope in her voice.
“Well, the deal was if you tell me what I wanted to know then you would be spared. I know you have seen her. You are lying to me. Now, you will pay…..” Rosa told Ingrid, then started to run her fingers up and down the helpless foot. She felt her fingers sinking into that tender flesh and it felt amazing.
“NO! WAIT!! I HAVEN’T HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SEEN HER!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt the fingers running up and down her right foot. The tickling was worse than she anticipated, and it sent very powerful shockwaves throughout her body.
Darby was surprised by this turn of events, and she watched as Rosa started tickling Ingrid’s feet. She looked at the left foot and managed to pull off the sock, exposing those tiny, grape-like, toes. She didn’t know how to feel after hearing Rosa ask about La Diabla and felt some kind of relief that Ingrid didn’t see her. Then she heard that high pitched laughter and she figured it was time for her to join in the excitement. She started to lightly flutter her fingers up and down the sole and she was impressed. The skin was quite soft and surprisingly extra sensitive. The feeling of tickling that foot started to get her excited. It had been quite some time since she tickled some feet, and this was her chance to do a lot of good with it. Her fingers started to move faster and now she got excited. “Hehehe wow, looks like SOMEONE has really ticklish feet. Poor little Ingrid, she is sooooo ticklish!” she taunted.
Rosa smiled when she heard Darby taunting Ingrid. Now both feet were being tickled, and she enjoyed it. Her goal was to help Darby get the combination and also force Ingrid to confess about her knowledge of the outlaw she was hunting. She looked at the foot and focused on the outside part of the arch. She held onto the foot with one hand and her fingers moved all over that spot. It gave her a nice reaction, and she wanted to keep pressing her torture. “Come on, Ingrid! You had better start talking. We know how ticklish you really are and if you don’t start talking, we will have to tickle these cute feet of yours all night.” she threatened.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I HATE YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME!!! HAHAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt both of her feet being tickled. On her right foot, fingers were tickling the outside part of her arch. On the left foot, the fingers were all over the ball of her foot. Both feet were giving her intense ticklish feelings, and she was already in trouble. She tried to move her feet, but both women were holding them and tickling them with the other. She looked over and saw Becky with this look on her face. She seemed really amused and that only angered her. It still bothered her that the woman she tortured days ago was now grinning at her plight. She wished she could tickle Becky again. She wanted to dominate them all and prayed she could get revenge one day. “HAHAHAHAHAH STOP LOOKING STUPID!!!” she yelled.
Becky was highly amused watching Ingrid getting her feet tickled. She loved the sound of her laughter and really enjoyed the fact that this menacing thief was very ticklish. It was surreal to think this same thief went around tickling the feet of helpless women and here she was having her feet tickled for information. She was surprised by Rosa’s question. It did seem strange the La Diabla would be committing crimes and returning to Texas. She was friends with the outlaw. She found her to be a very engaging woman. It was hard to believe that she attacked Rosa in Mexico and kidnapped women. She did feel relief that Ingrid said she didn’t know her because it would be devastating news, especially for her mentor. She looked at that ticklish anguish written all over Ingrid’s face and wondered if she looked like that whenever she was tickled. Then she heard Ingrid’s insult, and she chuckled. “Hehehe I am lookin’ stupid? Muh feet are not getting’ tickled right now, are they? So, who really is the stupid one?” she retorted.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL GET YOU TOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOUR FEET ARE TICKLISH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE THEM STOP AND I WILL SPARE YOU!!!” Ingrid roared as she continued to feel those fingers on both of her feet. It appeared Darby found a real sensitive spot on her foot. Her fingers were on the inside edge of the ball of the foot near the instep. That really sent very strong feelings throughout her body. Then she felt Rosa tickling the bottom of her arch, right there towards the heel area and it made her shake. She knew she had to endure this. She didn’t want to give up the combination and she definitely did not want to reveal where she saw La Diabla. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to focus on anything that would make the tickling more bearable. It was a fruitless effort because both women were really getting to her.
“Come on, Ingrid. Will you just tell us the combination? I know you can’t hold out forever. You are too ticklish for this. I do have to admit, you got some really soft feet. So tender. So…..tickly. hehehe” Darby teased. She loved playing with that instep area and felt Ingrid’s foot desperately trying to get away from her grasp. She loved the sound of the laughter and wondered just how long it would take to make her confess. Her eyes looked at those tiny toes and it made her smile. She knew she had a major weapon that she could use and once she used it, Ingrid would never be the same. She loved knowing that she had the ability to truly send a woman into ticklish insanity. Learning the move from Gertrude, it devastated every woman she used it on, including the woman she loved, La Diabla. Her toe tickling technique was going to be used as a last resort. It would be perfect to use when Ingrid was severely weakened. It would definitely push her over the edge.
Kylie really enjoyed watching what was happening. She loved how both Darby and Rosa were having their ticklish way with Ingrid’s feet. She was a little disappointed that she wasn’t tickling them, but she understood. Both of those women were trained to handle criminals. She felt her own skills were really good and hoped that she could play with Ingrid’s helpless body again. She even considered getting down and dirty with her because Darby and Rosa couldn’t. She heard that exchange about La Diabla and she was worried. She adored and admired the outlaw. She found her to be a very caring person. It appeared she was no longer that ruthless outlaw that created her reputation, but she was still very skilled and very dangerous. She felt a need to help her as well. If she did attack Rosa and if she did kidnap two women, then there had to be a really good reason. It was not like her to do something like that after she established so many loving friendship relationships. She breathed a sigh of relief when Ingrid denied knowing La Diabla and hoped it was the truth. Kylie heard Ingrid trying to insult Becky and that also bothered her. She figured it was time for her to involve herself, even if she wasn’t tickling her. She went over towards the head area of Ingrid and laid down on the floor next to her. She leaned her head close to Ingrid’s ear and smiled. “If I were you, I would start talking. If you don’t then they are just going to keep tickling those feet of yours. You are kind of lucky though, because if it were me, I would tickle your feet for the hell of it. I would find every single ticklish spot on your body too. Who knows…..maybe if you still refuse to talk, they will let me have my way with you. I am not law enforcement. I can torture you as much as I like and I won’t feel sorry for you. I pray that you don’t talk. I want you. I want to torture you.” she whispered to her.
Ingrid continued to roar in laughter as she felt those fingers still tickling her feet. She heard Kylie whispering to her and those words gave her the chills. She knew Kylie was right. If Kylie tickled her, she could truly torture her. She turned her head towards Kylie’s grinning face, and she saw that twinkle in her eyes. She hoped that she would not get tickled by that woman for sure. She then turned her face back to Rosa and saw her looking very happy. She didn’t know whether to curse her or beg her. She just knew she was in deep trouble. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU BOTH NEEED TO STOP TICKLING MEEEEE!!! I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!” she screamed.
“Yes you do! Tell us! Tell us the combination or you tell me where La Diabla is. If you don’t then we will just keep tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle these cute little feet of yours.” Rosa teased. She was really getting into the foot tickling and felt powerful. There was just something about touching these feet and hearing that laughter that really got her excited. She started to understand why La Diabla tickled her victims. It broke them down and there was just something exciting about it. She looked at the ball of the foot and figured she could play there. She swiped her finger side to side across the foot. She glanced over at Darby who seemed genuinely amused tickling that other foot. “Hey, do you think she will crack?” she asked.
“Yeah, she will. Someone this ticklish won’t be able to take it this long. It is just a matter of time.” Darby answered. She focused her fingers on the middle of the arch. She loved how her finger sank into that area. She wished she had long nails, so that she could really torture this woman. She saw the pinkish lines forming in the areas her fingers were touching and wondered just how long Ingrid could hold out.
“Hehehe good point. I know if this was me, I would probably confess for sure. Foot tickling can be a devastating thing.” Rosa chuckled. She started to use the tips of her nails across the ball of the foot and heard a delightful squeal. She figured a little conversation with Darby would be fun as they continued to tickle the helpless feet. She wanted to prolong the tickling which should lead to Ingrid finally breaking.
“Hehee you are admitting you have ticklish feet? Hehehe” Darby asked with a giggle. She knew how deadly foot tickling could be after being tormented on hers so many times. It was good to hear someone else talk about their own feet’s ticklishness for a change.
“Well, yeah. I might as well. Yours are too I believe. The way Ingrid talks about them, you got a weakness there too. Hehe” Rosa teased back. This was beginning to be a fun bonding moment and Ingrid’s hysterical laughter in the background made it even better.
“Yeah, I guess. Hehehe Muh feet have been tickled before, and it was not the greatest experience. That’s why I want to keep tickling Ingrid’s feet. I want her to suffer like all of her victims. Those poor women. Getting tickled all over their feet and there was nothing they could do until they told her where their jewelry was. Now, I am giving her a taste of her own medicine. She deserves this. I hope she never tells because I am really enjoying muhself.” Darby teased. She knew Ingrid had to be listening and wanted to keep intimidating her.
Ingrid heard the two women talking about their own ticklish feet and that drove her crazy. She wished she could tickle them both. She wanted to take off their boots and socks and tickle them until they became mindless slaves. They were truly trying to torture her, and she hated it. She felt those nails on her right foot from Rosa, and she felt herself getting really tired. She needed a break, or she was really going to snap. Those two women were having a conversation which would mean they were not focused on her and her suffering. It meant they would keep going and she would suffer. “HAHAHAHAHA YOU CRAZY WOMEN!!! STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU GOT TICKLISH FEET TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed.
“Maybe we do. It doesn’t mean anything to you because you will never touch our feet. Now, about that combination. Are you ready to start talking or do I have to get really mean with you?” Darby threatened. She knew it was time to really start pressing Ingrid to get her to talk.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CAN YOU STOP TICKLING ME FOR A MOMENT?!!” Ingrid laughed. She desperately needed a break as the ticklish feelings felt overwhelming. She felt herself sweating a lot more and her lungs were burning. “HAHAHAHA I CAN’T TALK WHEN YOU TICKLE!!!” she yelled.
Darby nodded her head and then winked at Rosa to pause the tickling. She wanted to see if Ingrid would start confessing. The thief did have a good point. She did need a break in tickling in order to reveal the information. She watched the feet trembling and that made her chuckle. They were so sensitive at the moment, and it wouldn’t be long before her victim started talking. “Ok, what do you have to say to us?” she asked.
Ingrid felt a sense of relief when the foot tickling stopped. It was her first break in a while, and she needed it. She felt her chest heaving up and down and her mouth was getting dry. This torture was getting to her, and she felt nervous and frightened. She had already suffered a lot when they tickled her armpits, ribs, stomach and knees. The tickling on her feet was devastating and she was getting really concerned. Her mind kept trying to think of an escape plan, but she was truly trapped. She heard Darby’s question and took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Listen to me….I am suffering now. I just hand the jewels over and that’s all I know. Please….stop trying to tickle me and torturing me.” she panted,
“That’s not a good answer! Ingrid, we both know you know the combination. I really suggest you start talking. I like your feet. I really do. They are sooooo cute! I want to warn you though. I have something that will drive your feet absolutely crazy. Don’t make me use it on you. You will not like it at all.” Darby warned. She heard the exhaustion in Ingrid’s voice, and she had to intimidate her into talking. She was getting excited because she knew she was very close to breaking her. She looked over at Rosa who also had a smile on her face.
“Yes, do what she says. Ingrid, we are not stupid women. There is no way you stole those jewels, took them back to that place and they were put in a safe, and not know the combination. Just tell us the truth. Make it easier on yourself. Otherwise, we keep tickling.” Rosa threatened. She sensed that Ingrid was losing control, and it was time to push her into a confession. They did get her to admit that she had the jewels still, so now it was a matter of pushing her further. “The only way you do not know the combination is that someone else knows it. So, how about this? Tell us who DOES know the combination.” she requested.
Ingrid felt the breath leave her body when she heard that question. She realized answering that question was going to give her one of two options. Either she divulges who knew the combination, which was Marge, or she would have to admit it being her. Either one would spell disaster. It would directly implicate Marge or lead to her suffering because they were sure to start tickling her again. Her mind was racing as she tried to think of something. “Um, I don’t know who knows.” she replied.
“Ingrid, you know that doesn’t make any sense. Because if no one knew the combination to the safe, you would have to be a total idiot to put the jewels you stole in there. How would you get them out? You are not talking to idiots, dear. I think you are trying to protect someone. It is someone you work with, or it is you. Either way, we are going to find out. I guess you like having us touch your feet.” Darby told her. She knew Ingrid was hiding the identity of someone. She wanted to know if other dancers knew about her thieving activities. She looked at the tiny foot once again and knew it was almost time to unleash her great tickling method. “Now, here is what is about to happen. My new friend, Rosa, is going to tickle your foot. She will keep tickling it until you feel like confessing. I really suggest you talk because if I have to tickle you, you and your foot is really not going to like what I do….” she threatened.
Ingrid felt a chill in her body when she heard Darby’s threat. It was the way she delivered the threat that made her very nervous and worried. It seemed like she had some kind of torture method that would be horrific. She was aware of the possibility of Darby bluffing but thought about her own torture methods and how proud she was of them. She looked over at Rosa and she had a menacing smile as well. She gulped and now she delt that desperation. “Hey, um, can we talk about this? Aren’t the two of you supposed to be noble and kindhearted? You’re not supposed to torture prisoners! It…..It is WRONG!” she yelled.
“Mmmm….maybe it is. But you forced our hand. You see, we both know you have information. Information we have been searching for quite some time. You could simply tell us, and you never experience the torture we have planned. So, be a good girl. Tell us the combination AND tell me what you know about La Diabla!” Rosa demanded. She was looking forward to tickling that helpless foot again. She was curious what Darby had in mind. It appeared that she had some kind of idea how to push Ingrid over the edge. If it looked like fun, she would learn it and use it against La Diabla.
Ingrid started to get really frightened and she felt her body tensing up. They were going to torture her again and she was already feeling tired. She looked at both Becky and Kylie who were grinning at her. They were enjoying her plight, and she knew what she had to do. She felt a little emotional because she was about to suffer. She could not rat out Marge, so that meant her feet were doomed. “I don’t know anything…” she said in a soft voice and closed her eyes.
“Awww…that’s too bad. Well, I guess it is time for me to go to work!” Rosa said. She then gripped the top of that right foot with her left hand and stuck out her index finger. She didn’t have long nails, but they were long enough to cause ticklish damage. She placed the tip of her nail right at the base of the toes and slowly dragged her finger from that spot, across the fleshy ball of the foot, into that low arch and off the heel. She felt the foot immediately tense up and she heard that explosive laughter once again. “Tickles?” she asked with a sarcastic smile.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOUR NAILS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOUR NAILS TICKLE!!!!” Ingrid screamed as she felt that finger moving down the length of her foot. The nail pressed into her tender flesh, and it sent very intense tickling sensations throughout her body. The fingers were bad enough. But the nails were so much worse. This was something that didn’t happen to her victims. Her nails were trimmed to avoid giving the appearance that this was a female thief. That hardened nail scraping down her foot was too much for her and she looked over at Becky. She felt the desperation already and when that nail slowly stoked down her foot again, she lost it. “HAHAHAHAHAHA HELP ME BECKY!!! HELP ME!!!!” she screamed.
Becky heard that intense laughter and it was stunning. She knew poor Ingrid had to be suffering. She knew exactly how that felt, and it was surreal to keep witnessing this torture. Her own feet empathized with the small woman, and she wondered if she would break. That got her mind racing because she wanted to see Ingrid break, just like she was broken by that same woman. She saw the thief making direct eye contact with her and she saw the fear in them. Then she heard that desperate plea for help. She didn’t know how to feel. Normally when someone called for help, she would want to help them. But with this woman receiving what she deserved, she wanted to see her suffer as well. “Help ya? Hehehe Now why would I do that? Remember when ya made me suffer? Ya tickled muh feet and you embarrassed me in front of Donna Prescott. Did ya help me then?” she asked, and feeling some emotion with her words.
Darby listened to Becky talking to Ingrid and she could feel her emotions. She knew her apprentice was probably trying to reconcile her emotions at the moment. She was hesitant to tickle the knees earlier and now she was witnessing all of them torturing a prisoner. She had a feeling that Becky was getting used to the idea of tickling her enemies. It was something she had to get used to as well. When she tickled Priscilla, that was the first time she tickled an enemy, and it felt good. It made her realize that she could do something like that and be ok with it. When she tickled Gloria Wellington sexually, that was her moment that she knew she could dish out the same torture that she received. She hoped Becky would start to feel the same. Because once she did, it would help her become an even better deputy.
Ingrid heard Becky’s response, and she knew she was doomed. It appeared that Becky was enjoying watching her suffer and if she was telling the truth to herself, she didn’t blame her. She put Becky through a lot, and she was getting revenge. The fact that Becky was ok with her suffering made her feel alone. Kylie already threatened to torture her even worse and both Darby and Rosa were currently tickling her. The apprentice was her final hope and now she knew she was done for. That nail lingered in her arch, and she started to laugh harder. She was starting to go into silent laughter. That was a bad sign because it meant her body was surrendering. She felt her eyes getting wet with tears of laughter and her body stopped flinching. She tried to beg for mercy, but no words came out.
Rosa was enjoying herself as she stared at her nail scraping along the bottom of the foot. She loved the way her nail pressed into that soft flesh and causing so much tickle damage. She was truly enjoying ticking a foot and definitely knew she wanted to do this to La Diabla. It was the perfect revenge. Using Ingrid’s foot as a training tool was perfect for her. She heard the laughter dying down and now her victim was going into silent laughter. She knew what that meant. It meant that Ingrid hit another level of ticklish suffering and would probably break soon. She knew what that felt like. When La Diabla and her partner tickled her, she also fell into silent laughter, and she was a broken mess after it. Her body gave up on her and she surrendered her being. She looked over at Ingrid’s face and could see how red it was. She chuckled to herself and stopped her fingernail attack. She did a quick zip of the nail up the foot one last time and then stopped completely. “Ingrid…….Oh, Ingrid……look at me amiga. Look up here.” she requested.
Ingrid felt that nail stop tickling her foot, and she felt a huge wave of relief wash over her. Her voice started to return, and she was desperate to get more air into her lungs. She was so exhausted at this point and every nerve on her body was on fire. She felt something trickling down her face and it was either sweat or tears. Her lungs were on fire, and she wanted to take in as much air as possible. She closed her eyes and just tried to focus on recovering. She felt her mind racing, wondering what she could do next. She then opened her eyes when she heard Rosa’s voice. She looked over towards her right foot and saw Rosa’s smiling face. She hated that face but at this moment, she did not want to be tickled anymore. “What? Leave me alone…..no more tickling. No more tickling.” she wheezed.
“Tell me the combination or start telling me about La Diabla. This is your last chance. Tell us, or the suffering will continue.” Rosa asked. She really wanted to keep pushing this woman and could tell she was on the edge. It was now just a matter of time before she broke and told them everything. She got excited because she was finally going to learn where the outlaw was and could finally put an end to her.
Ingrid rolled her head side to side as she continued to recover. That nail tickling her foot was utterly devastating. It was more than she could take, and she knew she was hanging on by a string. Another round and she may never recover. Now the emotional toll started. Sylvia broke her and now these women were about to. It was amazing that it happened to her twice. She was going to be broken by the same method she used to break other women. It also meant the end of her criminal career because this was law enforcement capturing her, not an assassin from Europe. She tried to hold back her emotions, but she knew she had to. Her ego was still there, and she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of breaking her. “I don’t….know. I don’t…..know La Diabla and I don’t…… know any combination. Why do you keep asking me?” she panted.
“Wrong answer. I figured you were tired of having your feet tickled, but I guess not. Well, I gave it a good shot. Hey Darby, I think you have to make her wish she was never born. She is not going to talk to us. She is too strong for us. Hehehe” Rosa giggled. She knew Ingrid was done for and it was time to finish her off. Now she wanted to see what Darby had in mind.
“Hmmmm…. Too strong huh? Well Ingrid, I tried to warn ya. I told you that you were going to truly suffer if I had to tickle you. You really should have told Rosa the truth. I think it is time you truly know what suffering is.” Darby threatened. She felt a jolt of excitement because it was time to use the method she learned from Gertrude. That woman was a master of foot tickling, and she learned that toe torture technique. She cracked her knuckles and wiggled her fingers to get them ready. She looked at that helpless left foot and those cute pebble-like toes. She then placed her fingers in her right hand between those tiny toes and once she got a good grip, she squeezed her fingers together. “Talk…..” she said in a cold voice.
Ingrid felt something between the toes of her left foot and when she felt that squeezing, the most intense ticklish sensation she had ever felt in her entire life tore through her soul. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head and her body tensed up. She looked at her left foot in horror and saw those fingers between her toes and she just could not believe that feeling she had. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL???? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” she screamed.
Darby continued to squeeze her fingers between the toes, and she loved that reaction. She saw that terrified look on Ingrid’s face and she couldn’t help but feel very confident. If Ingrid didn’t start talking after this method, then perhaps she was telling the truth. Even someone like Helga and the great fighter Thalia suffered under this method. She knew how effective it was, and she even used it on La Diabla when they were having a tickle fight. No one was able to withstand this, and Ingrid was not going to be the first. “Start talking……” she simply said.
Ingrid went into silent laughter as those fingers between her toes truly devastated her. She had no idea she could be this ticklish. Sylvia tortured her really well, and that fingernail tickling by Rosa was cruel. However, this was just another level of tickle torture. Her body started to spasm, and she could barely think straight. She found herself not breathing because she was in pure ticklish agony and she rocked her head side to side, doing anything she could to fight the overwhelming sensations. She felt another squeeze on her toes, and she lost it. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her body capitulated and she couldn’t stand it anymore. She desperately tried to scream that she would talk but she was in silent laughter so she could not make out any words. That frightened her even more because it meant the toe squeezing would continue. Tears formed in her eyes, and she was at a desperate stage at the moment. She desperately wanted to talk to stop this horrific tickle torture.
Becky looked at Ingrid’s face in that twisted ticklish agony and felt good inside. She kept thinking about her own torture and how much Ingrid destroyed her. She felt helpless then and remembered how Ingrid exposed her most private area. It was so humiliating and right after, Donna admitted where the jewels were. It was the worst moment of her job, even with other humiliating things, and she could still get fired. She saw how red Ingrid’s face was and knew Darby’s toe squeezes were brutal. Gertrude tried that on her toes, and she absolutely lost it. Anyone who experienced that toe squeeze from Gertrude would submit immediately. She noticed that Ingrid was trying to say something, but she couldn’t because she was in silent laughter mode. She wondered what she wanted to say and turned towards her mentor. “Hey Darby, I think she is tryin’ to say somethin’.” she told her.
Darby gave one more squeeze to drive home the torture, then stopped her squeezes. She left her fingers between the toes to start squeezing again if Ingrid said something she didn’t want to hear. She felt a little nervous because this could be the moment when Ingrid finally broke. “You got something to say?” she asked towards Ingrid.
Ingrid gasped and took in large amounts of air as the toe squeezing finally stopped. She kept giggling and laughing from the residual ticklish feelings. Her body was so very sensitive, and she felt broken. She felt sweat running down her face and now tears were following. That tickling feeling was brutal, and she just could not take it anymore. She started to get emotional because she felt the fingers still between her toes. It meant that her nightmare wasn’t over, and it made her want to cry. Darby broke her and she knew everything was over. She felt desperate and did not want to endure anymore of those squeezes. She took a few moments to gather herself and then she started to whimper. “I’ll talk…..” she said softly.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. I think another squeeze should make you speak up…” Darby said. She felt a rush of adrenaline through her body and in a way, it scared her. She felt that urge to sadistically torture Ingrid. She felt powerful and could make this woman do anything she wanted. The full power of tickle torture was filling her soul, and she had to control it. She took a deep breath and hoped Ingrid would finally confess the combination.
“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Ingrid said louder. She felt tremendous fear through her body when hearing that threat of more toe squeezes. A tear streaked down her face as she knew she was done.
“Ok, so I will ask this once. You don’t give me what I want, and I am going to keep tickling these cute little toes of yours for another hour before I ask again. Ingrid, what is the combination to the safe?” Darby asked. She felt that rush again and, in a way, she wanted to start squeezing those toes again. She shook her head because she felt the sadistic side growing and she had to fight it off. She really hoped Ingrid would talk because she didn’t want to explore this new feeling.
“34…….25…….7.” Ingrid whimpered. She felt shame washing over her as she revealed the combination of the safe that stashed all of her prized jewels. She tortured a lot of women to get those jewels and due to complete irony, she was losing those jewels because she was tickled.
“34, 25, and 7. Hey, can someone write those numbers down?” Darby asked. She felt elated that finally Ingrid surrendered and confessed. Now she could finally close this case of the Tickling Thief. She could arrest her and recover all the stolen jewels. She thought about how happy the victims were going to be once their stolen valuables were returned. Most of the victims had jewelry that had emotional significance to them. She felt really good about that and wanted to use this feeling to cover up for that dark feeling she just had for the first time in her life.
“I got them! Wow. You truly broke her. That was amazing Darby. Hehehe” Kylie giggled. She felt excited that Ingrid broke and the thief was done for. She loved those toe squeezes that Darby did and wanted to learn it as well. She giggled to herself thinking they should all have a tickle torture discussion and discuss techniques. The way some of these criminals behaved, those skills might come in handy one day.
Rosa was really excited to see Ingrid break and give up the combination. The thief was in a broken state, and she figured that she was ripe for confessions. She looked at Ingrid’s sweaty and tear-stained face and knew she was done. “Hey Ingrid, I bet you noticed that Darby’s fingers haven’t left your toes. So, one more question. Did you see La Diabla?” she asked.
Darby heard that question and felt really nervous. She was in a bind. She really did not want to know if her lover was involved in major crimes again. She wanted to pull her fingers out of the toes, but if she did, Rosa might get upset and might suspect her of not wanting to find La Diabla. That would raise suspicion, and she just could not reveal that she not only knew the outlaw but was around her. “Um….let’s see what she says.” she added nervously.
Ingrid felt a chill wash over her because she thought her torture was finally over. She didn’t want to be tickled anymore and now she heard that question about La Diabla. Her heart sank because she couldn’t mention that she did. It would only lead to more questions and then her entire dancing crew would be at risk for a serious crime. At least with her thievery, she could somehow say it was just her involved and no one else. Not even Marge knew of her crimes she could lie. She started to feel that sadness because she was going to suffer again. “No…..no…..” she cried as more of a reflex to being tickled rather than answering the question.
Rosa had a look of disappointment when she heard that response. Ingrid was at her most vulnerable right now and if she still denied seeing the outlaw, then it was probably the truth. That woman was completely broken at this moment, so she had no reason to lie. “Dammit!” she said to herself.
Darby felt a sense of relief hearing Ingrid denying seeing the outlaw. She was afraid for the truth, and she hoped that no one saw La Diabla at all. She pulled her fingers out of the toe crevices and then stood up. She felt really good that they finally took down Ingrid, the Tickling Thief. Women in Plotsville were going to be sleeping easily now that this deranged woman was finally caught. She looked at the others in the room and felt such great pride. They were a great team, and they worked together to end this threat. “We did it. We finally captured the Tickling Thief. I am proud of all of you.” she told them.
Becky felt emotional at the moment. It was true. They had finally captured the Tickling Thief. This woman who was starting to cry caused so much havoc in the town. It made her think about her own trauma and how she could finally move past it. The fact that they were going to recover the stolen jewelry was even better. She really wanted to return that ruby to Mr. Prescott so that she could be done with that family. She thought about how she was embarrassed and destroyed by Ingrid. She walked over to Darby and hugged her. “Thank ya. Thank ya so much….” she whispered and felt very emotional.
Darby knew why she was getting this hug, and she hugged her back tighter. It was always a great feeling when you would overcome your nightmares. She remembered how she felt when she captured Gloria Wellington, Priscilla Montenegro, Helga and Thalia. Those four women put her through complete tickle hell, and they each had broken her in humiliating fashion. She knew what this moment meant to her apprentice, and she really hoped it would return her confidence back. “You helped me, Becky. Thank yourself. You did good muh apprentice.” she told her.
Kylie witnessed the hug, and she adored seeing Becky being emotional. Just knowing that Ingrid had really tortured her made her feel bad. She looked down at Ingrid and she was a mess. She was now crying a lot more and she felt happiness. She wanted this woman to suffer even more. She thought that Ingrid knew about Phoebe and hoped that the truth would come out. “So, what do we do with her now?” she asked.
Darby released her hug from Becky and looked down at Ingrid. She could see those tiny feet looking so helpless and vulnerable. She could see how exhausted she looked and knew she was done. It was getting later in the night and she wondered if she should take her down to the station and throw her in jail. One of the deputies was on guard duty and she could stash her there. She also started to think about what the next step after that would be. She still had to raid the burlesque showroom and that would take a lot of work. She looked over at Rosa and sighed. “Hmmmm….should we take her down to the station? We still have to get inside the showroom and get that jewelry. We can also look for evidence of other crimes as well. We have to find out what else is going on inside that place.” she asked.
Rosa felt happy for all of these women in this room. She enjoyed working with them and solving such a major case. She still had her own mission, but wanted to help Darby finish up. She thought about the time of night, and what they had to do. She then thought of an idea and hoped everyone else would follow along. “Hey, Ingrid is going nowhere. She is a broken, tired mess. It is dark outside and there is still so much to do. We all had a long day. How about we just keep her here for the night, and we all can rest? I think we deserve a good night’s rest. We can have some dinner and just unwind. There is a lot of work to do, and we can do it tomorrow.” she told them.
“Hmmm…. I like that idea. I am a bit tired. Tickling can be tiring work. Hehehe” Darby quipped. She was feeling tired after a long day, and capturing Ingrid and forcing her to talk made her tired. It would be strange to have a prisoner in her home, but with three other women, she would be protected, and Ingrid wasn’t going anywhere. “Ok, let’s get her situated and then we can enjoy the rest of the evening. We got a lot of work to do tomorrow, and I can’t wait.” she told them with a smile.
AT THE FACILITY
Rita sat in her chair and listened to the other women having a good time. They had just finished tormenting another woman. The woman was brought in to be broken and turned into a sex slave. She witnessed Sylvia working her over and it was impressive. That woman knew how to find all the weak spots and the poor woman had no mercy. She felt for the woman who was reduced to sobbing cries after it was all over. She saw Pilar helping out with tickling the feet of the victim. They all seemed to enjoy themselves. For her, it was nerve wracking because she felt for the woman. Her laughter was hysterical, and it felt like she truly suffered. She also couldn’t help but look at Marge. She saw her boss laughing and having a good time. Earlier in the day, Marge had punished her. She was tortured for having a relationship with Becky. It was still a very embarrassing thing for her, and she was still affected by it all. Rita knew she angered Marge, but it was still surprising that her boss would treat her so cruelly. She still felt emotional over it and hoped it would pass.
“Hey Pilar, you did a fantastic job with her feet. The poor thing suffered a lot. Hehehe I love it when they scream like that.” Marge said, then raised her wine glass in a salute. She loved watching the new woman get broken. After breaking Donna, it was fun watching another woman get destroyed. She felt powerful at the moment and being a part of this operation made her feel even more so. She knew that she was going to get paid a lot of money for this and it really motivated her. She was also getting used to Sylvia. Even though the assassin tortured Ingrid, it turned out to be a good thing. Even Ingrid started to like her and that made all the difference to her. She also liked chatting with Pilar and Maria. They seemed very attuned to what was happening and enjoying everything as well.
“Thank you! It was fun! Her feet were SENSITIVE!!! She was losing her mind. I love a woman with ticklish feet. There is just something musical about their hysterical laughter. I can’t wait to play with the next. I do want to compliment Sylvia. The way you tortured her body and made her cum was something to behold. You made her squirt! Hahahaha That was great!” Pilar responded as she felt the love in the room. What she enjoyed was that they were forming a good team. If this operation was going to be successful and lucrative, they all had to make sure they had good teamwork. She saw the smile on Maria’s face, then looked over at La Diabla. She sat in the corner and looked very moody. She knew the outlaw hated being here, but it was even better that she was forced. It was great that she had control over her and would let her continue to brood.
“hehehe yes, it was fun watching her squirt like a fountain. I can guarantee that no one ever made her squirt like that before. Poor thing. The best orgasm of her life sent her into sex slavery. We will have to make sure we tell prospective buyers that she is a squirter.” Syliva grinned. She truly enjoyed breaking this most recent victim. She loved how she tormented her entire body. She even got to play with the feet but let Pilar finish with them. Her mind was focused on the pussy of the woman. The way she shaved her clean and the way she tickled and teased that pussy was something she would think about when she went to sleep this night. She also thought about the next day’s assignment. In the morning, she was going to take La Diabla and go scout the train cars. She wanted to see which ones were cargo ones. That way, she could kidnap Darby and hide her in there. She also wanted to see how many people would be on the cargo train. It was going to be tricky, but if everything went according to plan, she would capture Darby and bring her back to Mexico, so she could prepare for her to be broken and sent to Greece. This mission had been very successful so far and she knew the end of her participation was near.
Rita sighed as the women continued their banter. She still felt nervous and hoped that Marge would be in a great mood. She seemed ok after punishing her, but she still felt nervous around her. She also thought about what she said. Marge told her that Becky might be on the sex slave target list. She really hoped that wasn’t true because it would truly break her heart. She really had feelings for the apprentice and hoped that she would not become a sex slave. She then saw everyone standing up and it appeared they were all leaving. She stood up and got next to Marge.
“Sylvia, great job as always. I am about to head back to my hotel room now. I am glad we got to see another woman broken tonight. I think we will try to get another tomorrow. I look forward to the auction.” Marge told Sylvia. She shook her hand and had a huge smile. She looked forward to the auction so that she would get her share of the money. She also hoped Ingrid brought back some valuable jewels as well.
“It was a pleasure, Marge. I will be turning in soon myself. I have a busy day tomorrow too. I hope your ladies find another delicious victim. I will have Pilar and Maria break her, so we can all share this entertainment. Hehehe” Sylvia responded. She was getting tired and felt the need to relax for the rest of the night.
“Have sweet dreams, and we will talk tomorrow.” Marge said, then turned towards Rita. It was time for them to head back to their hotel rooms and retire for the night. It was going to be another busy day in the showroom, and they had to scout for another sex slave as well. She looked at Rita’s face and could tell she was feeling submissive. She punished her earlier in the day and even though it was an emotional moment, she felt happy she did it. She wanted nothing to go wrong with this operation and would be willing to do anything to keep it that way. “Ready to go?” she asked.
“Yes, I am ready. I am feeling very tired, and I just want to sleep.” Rita answered in a quiet voice. She lowered her head and was ready to leave.
Marge sensed that her favorite dancer was emotionally spent, and it made her pause. She had to do what she had to do and hoped that their own relationship could move forward. “Ok, let’s go. In the morning, we can head to the showroom and discuss our next steps with Becky Lockhart. It is important that we do so. I hope you learned your lesson.” she told her.
Rita felt her emotions rolling when she heard Becky’s name again. It appeared that Marge still had Becky on her mind, and she prayed she would have mercy on her. She knew she would not be able to watch Becky suffering like the women who were brought here. It would crush her soul to see Becky become a sex slave and sold off to some evil man looking to control another woman. She started to walk out of the room and headed towards the carriage. “Marge, please don’t do anything to Becky. She doesn’t deserve anything. Punish me if you have to.” she told her once they were inside the carriage.
“I already punished you. As for Becky, we shall see how I feel in the morning. You need to stop caring for that moron or you are going to get your heart broken.” Marge told her as the carriage took off. She felt angry again but wanted to get a good night’s sleep and see how she felt in the morning. Depending on her mood, Becky fate was going to be decided.
UP NEXT: The ladies have a little fun, and Rita makes a bold decision
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? I will admit, I absolutely love Ingrid. She was a LOT of fun to write about. Just to give a "behind the scenes" look at my creative process, when I invent the characters, I have a basic idea of what they will be like. I design what actions they will do, the scenes I want them in, and who they will interact with. However, it is during the writing of those scenes where their personalities just come out. I have a general idea, but they really come vivid for me during the writing. It is as though these women are "real" and I watch them and see how they are. They tell me who they are by their words and actions. It is crazy sometimes. haha Ingrid came out way better than I originally designed, and I hope you enjoyed her. There is still a lot to go in this series, and I thank you for following along. As always, your comments are most welcomed and encouraged!
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